Hold - Living Syndication

The summer’s been hot

in a wintered heart

Tried to run away

from the sound

and I ought to know when to stop

or to start

Release all the hurt with

just one sound

and I hope no one’s around

To call your name out so loud,

are you proud?

You got a hold on me

and though I take the chance

I think I’ll still be here alone

You got a hold on me

and though I lack the sense to know

I’ll still be here alone…

I’ve got a wall with your name

It’s the place I like to blame

For all of the things I like to do

They’re for you.

You got a hold on me

and though I take the chance

I think I’ll still be here alone

You got a hold on me

and though I lack the sense to know

I’ll still be here alone…