James Vincent Mcmorrow Holding On
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
