Words from a drunk and numbers in codenI've got the pride of the Irish on the phonenKeep sending postcards from ChicagonnPressure's building upnI think I might explodennHold tightnI wish that you could see through my eyesnI've never really been good with goodbyesnSo keep holding onnI'm holding onnSo what'll it be?nnClothes in the trunknI guess I should have knownnLooks like the Queen of Confusion's got her thronenSave all White Russian for the drive homennMint and hazelnutnI can't forget how you tastenWindows boarded upnBut were they ever really open in the first place?nnHold tightnI wish that you could see through my eyesnI've never really been good with goodbyesnSo keep holding onnI'm holding onnnThis time I promise not to take the whole nightnI'm doing all I can to make this rightn(Make this right)nSo keep holding onnI'm holding onnnOne day leads to decaynWhat in the hell happened to us?nMy dear, you have a choice to makennHold tightnI wish that you could see through my eyesnI've never really been good with goodbyesn(With goodbyes)nSo keep holding onnI'm holding onnnThis time In(This time I)nPromise not to take the whole nightnI'm doing all I can, doing all I can to make this rightnSo keep holding onnI'm holding onnnHold tightnI wish that you could see through my eyesnI've never really been good with goodbyesn(With goodbyes)nSo keep holding onnHolding onnnThis time I promise not to take the whole nightnI'm doing all I can to make this rightn(Make this right)nSo keep holding onnI'm holding onnSo keep holding onnI'm holding on