i heard the kick drum and the melody
but it doesn't compensate for company
so i threw out my confession like it was a mixtape of a memory
there's an exodus upon us now from the outside looking in
and it's a song about a super 8 a short story of a violin
and it's a long hard road ahead
i don't know what we're gonna do
but if you're holding out for me
i'll be holding out for you
at sunset there's a marching band that plays the requiem for radio
and the patron saint of electric light sings a song on the last stereo
me i'm singing with these sailors now your mother loves a man in uniform
when i was shipwrecked on the shoreline she was my shelter from the storm
and i won't forget the thing she said
it hit me like a bolt of blue
i hope you're holding out for me
cause i've been holding out for you
i'm in a place that i don't recognize
fighting in a civil war
and every night i close my eyes
and i feel more lonely than the night before
i wanna smash in every tv set to hear the wind come whistling through
i wanna cut through all the LCD's
i wanna see the blue behind the blue
i wanna graduate to more than just the sleepy crash of nine to five
i wanna be the one to show you how to feel a little more than just alive
when you were young you dreamed your dreams
some faded away and some came true
and if you're holding out for me i'll be holding out for you
i'll be holding out for you