Letra da Música Hands Held Tight de Felicity Project

Meet me a quarter to four and keep oh so quiet,
Keep low to the ground but keep your head held high.
Keep our hands help tight, keep away from the light.
Keep your story straight, and don't be a second late.
So where is our future now?
Give me something to over-analyze.
Well at least I can say I tried but I can't,
Blame you for being skeptical,
Because nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
This city falls asleep and all the things you said to
me,
Just don't seem to fade with the sunlight,
And now i'm six feet underneath what I should have
seen coming.
This is no excuse for feeling sorry for yourself.
So where is our future now?
Give me something to over-analyze.
Well at least I can say I tried but I can't,
Blame you for being skeptical,
Because nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
If you can hear my voice,
Over the highway noise, call out and let me know
you're fine.
Because baby I caught you bad,
You had it out for me, while I had the best for you in
mind.
So where is our future now?
Give me something to over-analyze.
Well at least I can say I tried but I can't,
Blame you for being skeptical,
Because nothing is ever as simple as it seems.