Pop tart, what's our mission?

Do we know, but never listen

For too long, they held me under

But I hear, it's almost over

In Detroit, on a Memphis train

Like you said, it's down in the heat

And the summer rain of the automatic gauze

Of your memories down in the sleep

At the airplane races

Try to hold on

To this heart a little bit longer

Try to hold on, to this love aloud

Try to hold on

For this heart's a little bit colder

Try to hold on to this love

Paperback scrawl your hidden poems

Written around the dried out flowers

Here we are still trading places

To try to hold on

Pop tart, can you envision?

A free world of clearer vision

For too long they held us under

But I know we're getting over

In Detroit, with the Nashville tears

Like you said it's down in the heat

With the broken numbers

Down in the gaze of solemnity

Down in the way, you've held together

To try to hold on

To this heart a little bit closer

Try to hold on, to this love aloud

Try to hold on

For this heart's a little bit older

Try to hold on, to this love aloud

And we are still alive

Try to hold on

And we have survived

Try to hold on

And no one should deny, we tried to hold on

To the pulse of the feedback current

Into the flow of encrypted movement

Slapback kills the ancient remnants

That try to hold on

Try to hold on, to this heart alive

Try to hold on, to this love aloud

Try to hold on and we are still alive

Try to hold on and we have survived

Try to hold on

Pop tart, you never listen

Skinned knees, try to hold on

Stop start, what's our mission

Skinned knees try to hold on