歌词
Whatever it was that went wrong,
she poured it into sang
Whatever it was that went wrong
Write your way of town, write your way out of sorrow
Years of running round had worn you out
With your notebooks in a shoebox,
mattress up on milk crates
And the days repeating themselves
Weil hold on, that's all l'm asking you to do
Hold on, I know l'm asking for a lot
But hold on-this isn 't final
Write your way of town, write your way out of sorrow
Could you write your way back to me some day?
For a while the missing stops,
then it just starts up again
I don't know how this ends
Well hold on, that's all l'm asking you to do
Hold on, I know l'm asking for a lot
Hold on-this isn't final
No feeling is final, just keep going
Hold on... no feeling is final