Holding On Lyrics - James Vincent Mcmorrow

I'm in that field again 

You're in here too 

I think there's tigers here 

They seem confused 

Don't take things so literally 

This isn't really a field 

More like a metaphorical representation of 

Who shook it once last year 

How do I die? 

How do I die? 

Somebody here knows 

How do I die? 

How do I die? 

Somebody here's withholding 

Information 

Information 

From me and my father 

Information 

Information 

From me and my partners 

So I buy a house 

I buy a house 

Fill it with animals 

I buy a house 

I buy a house 

Fill it with gold expenses 

You call me up 

You call me up 

And we go out sometimes 

You call me up 

You call me up 

And then you realize 

That I think too much 

Or not enough 

Can't get the balance right 

I think too much 

Or not enough 

It keeps me up at night 

I order food 

Pomegranates 

Not my favorite fruit 

I wait in line 

I wait in line 

Wait in line 

Wait in line 

I believe in holding on 

I believe in holding on