Walking by the busy set
Where she is dressed
A silhouette
Of innocence
And so I slow my pace
To take it all in.

Then someone calls
"We're rolling sound"
And "ready lights"
The camera frames,
A frail disguise
As she feels the mark,
And makes me want her.

I'm frozen in place.
She reveals the fear on my face,
And I know she can see right through me.

I wanna hold on.
I wanna hold on to this.

Waking up from half a dream
That seems so real.
Her image fading,
Dissipating.
So I fight the day
To say last goodbyes.

And when she's gone I spend my time
Retracing lines.
The curve, the shape,
Her name in line
It just reminds me how
I'll never have her.
(Have her)

I wanna hold on.
I wanna hold on to this.
The moment has come.
The moment comes down to this.
It comes down to this.

That kind of girl
Whose secret world
You're never invited.
And if you had to decide
To fall asleep or stay in line
Wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Make up your mind.

I wanna hold...
I wanna hold on...
(Hey hey hey)

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

I wanna hold on
I wanna hold on to this.
The moment has come.
And the moment comes down to this.
It comes down to this.
Hey, hey.
The moment has come.