Lyrics

Hang On

Written by: Waking State

Last turn on the merry-go-round
I pick the horse that's upside down
bury my hands in his scabby leather straps
I stick my feet to his wooden ass
and hang on till everyone else is gone

My hair lifts as the water slips over my head
in all this blue my arms and legs go dead
hold my breath, find reality before it starts to fade
and hang on till everything else is...

This gilded anger has my heart possessed
I squeeze my arms against the rupture in my chest
find cracks through which gentleness might seep
ignore the beast in hopes it will go back to sleep
and hang on till everything else is gone