[Verse 1]
It feels like autumn in this gray and listless town
And it seems like a hundred years have passed
Since we made that pact
We were very best of friends
Then we stumbled ‘round the bend
[Chorus]
Holding hands, holding hands
Holding patterns
We designed
[Verse 2]
It feels like gambling, like going out on a limb
On a highwire with clipped wings
So dizzy from toeing the ledge
You hung me out to dry
I lost count recounting all the times
[Chorus]
We were holding hands, holding hands
And holding patterns
We designed
[Verse 3]
Feels like a foot race, we’re running right out of time
Barefoot, bloodied
Winded and falling behind
We managed many miles
We sidestepped the finish line
[Chorus]
Holding hands, holding hands
And holding patterns
We designed