Holding On — текст песни (Mcguire Michael)

There`s a man he talks to angels
People coming from inside
Talking treason with Milton`s heroes
Touch-tone dialing for the ride
And he`s gone...
They say he`s crazy a stranger to the world
Needles piercing through his hands
Breaking up deamons coming faster
Holding on as best he can
And he`s gone...
Can you see them staring from the corner?
Breathing fire from the head
Losing sight of the strength of reality
Forgot the life he once led
And he`s gone... away.