Pop Tart, what's our mission?

Do we know, but never listen?

For too long they held me under

But I hear it's almost over

In Detroit on a Memphis train

Like you said, it's down in the heat and the summer rain

The automatic gauze of your memories

Down in the sleep at the airplane races

Try to hold on

To this heart a little bit longer

Try to hold on (Try to)

To this love aloud

Try to hold on

For this heart's a little bit colder

Try to hold on (Try)

To this love

Paperback scrawl your hidden poems

Written around the dried out flowers

Here we are, still trading places

Try to hold on

Pop Tart, can you envision

A free world of clear division?

For too long they held us under

But I know we're gettin' over

In Detroit with the Nashville tears

Like you said

It's down in the heat with the broken numbers

Down in the gaze of solemnity

Down in the way you've held together

But try to hold on

To this heart a little bit closer

Try to hold on (Try)

To this love aloud

Try to hold on

For this heart's a little bit older

Try to hold on (Try)

To this love aloud

(And we are still alive)

Try to hold on

(And we have survived)

Try to hold on

(And no one should deny)

We tried to hold onto the pulse of the feedback current

Into the flow of encrypted movement

Slapback kills the ancient remnants

That try to hold on

Try to hold on (Try)

To this love (Try)

Try to hold on (Try)

To this love aloud (Try)

Try to hold on (Try)

And we are still alive (Try)

Try to hold on (Try)

And we have survived (Try)

Try to hold on

Pop Tart, you never listen

Skinned knees

Try to hold on

Stop, start, what's our mission?

Skinned knees

Try to hold on

(Try)

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