Holding the Strings -

All my days I’ll be an impressionist

Vast and valueless, a tableland

And this seed change has seen me sidle up to doubt

Shake hands with the heavy drowned

A pressure to withstand

Are we already done?

With one foot stuck fast in the doldrums

We are holding the strings

But can’t invest in this thing

It flew by, the blink of two tiny eyes

An ardour you can’t buy, a chance to feel alive

And it lives on the lips of me and mine

The rungs that we could climb

If given proper time

Are we already done?

With one foot stuck fast in the doldrums

We are holding the strings

But can’t invest in this thing

Are we already done?

Has it happened yet?

We are holding the strings

But can’t invest in this thing

Are we already done?

Has it happened yet?

We are holding the strings

But can’t invest in this thing

Are we already done?

With one foot stuck fast in the doldrums

We are holding the strings

But can’t invest in this thing

Are we already done?

Has it happened yet?

We are holding the strings

But can’t invest in this thing

We are holding on

We are holding on

We are holding on

We are hold-