Words from a drunk and numbers in code I\'ve got the pride of the Irish on the phone Keep sending postcards from Chicago Pressure\'s building up I think I might explode Hold tight I wish that you could see through my eyes I\'ve never really been good with goodbyes So keep holding on I\'m holding on So what\'ll it be? Clothes in the trunk I guess I should have known Looks like the Queen of Confusion\'s got her throne Save all White Russian for the drive home Mint and hazelnut I can\'t forget how you taste Windows boarded up But were they ever really open in the first place? Hold tight I wish that you could see through my eyes I\'ve never really been good with goodbyes So keep holding on I\'m holding on This time I promise not to take the whole night I\'m doing all I can to make this right So keep holding on I\'m holding on One day leads to decay What in the hell happened to us? My dear, you have a choice to make Hold tight I wish that you could see through my eyes I\'ve never really been good with goodbyes (With goodbyes) So keep holding on I\'m holding on This time I promise not to take the whole night I\'m doing all I can, doing all I can to make this right So keep holding on I\'m holding on Hold tight I wish that you could see through my eyes I\'ve never really been good with goodbyes (With goodbyes) So keep holding on Holding on This time I promise not to take the whole night I\'m doing all I can to make this right So keep holding on I\'m holding on Keep holding on I\'m holding on