Words from a drunk and numbers in code

I've got the pride of the irish on the phone

Keep sending postcards from chicago

Pressure's building up

I think i might explode

Hold tight

I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes

So keep holding on

Holding on

So what'll it be

Clothes in the trunk

I guess i should have known

Looks like the queen of confusion's got her throne

Save all white russian for the drive home

Mint and hazelnut

I can't forget how you taste

Windows boarded up

But were they ever really open in the first place

Hold tight

I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes

So keep holding on

Holding on

This time i promise not to take the whole night

I'm doing all i can to make this right

So keep holding on

I'm holding on

One day leads to decay

What in the hell happened to us

My dear you have a choice to make

Hold tight

I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes

With goodbyes

So keep holding on

Holding on

This time i promise not to take the whole night

I'm doing all i can doing all i can to make this right

So keep holding on

Holding on

Hold tight

I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes

With goodbyes

So keep holding on

Holding on

This time i promise not to take the whole night

I'm doing all i can to make this right

So keep holding on

Holding on

Keep holding on

Holding on

Holding on