Hold On Rope

Chorus

Waiting for the sun to break

Counting every strand I take

Fingers tangled, soft and slow

Tied together, never letting go

Post-Chorus

Hold on, hold on

Nothing slipping, nothing gone

Verse 2

Traffic humming on the street below

Raindrops chase from high windows

Tension rises in the quiet space

Gravity pulling, hearts wrapped in lace

Pre-Chorus

Turn around and follow the line

Should I stay or redefine

Chorus

Waiting for the sun to break

Counting every strand I take

Fingers tangled, soft and slow

Tied together, never letting go

Post-Chorus

Hold on, hold on

Nothing slipping, nothing gone