Deciphering the look that's in your eye
And the complicated rhythms of trying to get by
I know it's getting crazy
Me dragging all these ghosts out of your flame
Oh, tell me, is it still not safe to dream?
Since I've been a slave to a tired swing memory
I blurred out the faces and bargained with shame

But I missed myself and I missed you more
Think I saw God on your bedroom floor
Where you shine on and I caught myself believing

I tried to get away from it all
And slipped on a tire swing melody

What's the point of holding on if you can't carry much more than you stole?
And leaving it all behind it feels like it's someone you don't know
Burning some burned out memories of torn up families
In you, in you I see a war I chose to fight
I believed that I'd been something to see
Can't be high, can't be real, it's hard being perceived
And it pulled me down, and it spun me round and round

It was a rolling stone and a heart attack
And a million pieces I can't get back
But then you kissed me hard and I caught myself believing

Don't you know that holding on
Is the same as freezing in time?
What do we take with us right now
And what do we leave behind?

Oh, I'm so tired, babe, of what I've been before
It hurts to hurt, I can't take much more
But at least I'm yours
And then you kiss me hard
Oh, honey, rest alone 'cause I caught myself believing

Hold the door
Hold the door, hold the door
Mm