Holding — текст песни (Out Crowd, The)

I can`t keep holding onto things that I can`t hold on to
It`s burning up all my skin
I look like a warscene holding so tightly to these memories
Dress them up in flowers

I look at you for hours
I look at you and sigh
I look at you and sometimes I feel a hole inside

I get pissed off with angst and emo-frustration
Can`t you just deal with all of your shit?
Look down at the ground and listen to sounds you hear
Can you hear the Earth calling for you?

No, because you`re all alone here
You`ll always be alone
Quit holding on to things that shouldn`t even last
Life moves much too fast to try and reserrect the past
So keep on moving
Move a little faster, not for me, for you