Hold Fast کے بول

Well i've taken for granted the feeling of staying young, Now my head fills my heart with a riot and a loaded gun. All aboard from east to western shore. United underneath a cause. Of finding who we are and what we're looking for, A sedative, a poison or a cure. While my friends and my family grieve me, i'm holding fast, And you can't find the answers to questions you're too scared to ask. All aboard from east to western shore. United underneath a cause. Of finding who we are and what we're looking for, A sedative, a poison or a cure. Do i want money, do i want love, Do i want happiness or close enough? Should i fight the feeling of growing up, Is this situational or is it all just luck? I don't know the answer, i don't know the answer, Am i too crowded, empty headed or too young? I don't know the answer, i don't know the answer, So i guess i'll met you back where we begun. All aboard from east to western shore. United underneath a cause. Of finding who we are and what we're looking for, A sedative, a poison or a cure.