LYRICS
作词 : Nieman
作曲 : Nieman
I'll hold fast to what will last
They always said this too shall pass
Never quite believe them
Always hard to believe them
Those who wander won't be lost
What's the point if there's not a course?
Left to breathe in dust, our plans begin to rust
But I'll cling on to the slightest chance
We'll make it through and we'll find a way to last
Your head and heart they disagree
Don't fight the change or the possibility
That it's me, and only me
Leagues below, I'm wearing thin
Losing the fight, under your grip, I'm sinking, I'm sinking
Leagues below, I'm wearing thin
Losing the fight, under your grip, I'm sinking, I'm sinking
But I'll cling on to the slightest chance
We'll make it through and we'll find a way to last
Your head and heart they disagree
Don't fight the change or the possibility
That it's me, and only me