It seems like I've been here before tonight
It seems like I've been here before
I'd like to TV, talk, and advertise
We peddle candy door to doorAnd hold tight; don't make more plans
And don't talk; don't say no words
And be still; now move like this
And hold on; until we kissAnd hold on
And hold tight
And hold on
And hold tightWhy do the good things happen in the past?
Streamline the news and trim the fat
I love the city but I hate my job
And this old city loves me backIt's like a scream inside a scream
They can trace it through the night into the church
It seems it's never going to end
Until our life cuts through the air into the wombAnd hold on
And hold tight
And hold on
And hold tightAnd hold on
And hold tight
And hold on
And hold tightIt's like a scream inside a scream
It seems it's never going to end
It's like a scream inside a scream
It seems it's never going to endAnd hold tight; don't say no words
And don't talk; give me no word
And be still; now move like this
And hold on; until the kissAnd hold on
And hold tight
And hold on
And hold tightAnd hold on
And hold tight
And hold on
And hold tight