Every street is dark 
And folding out mysteriously 
Where lies the chance we take to be 
Always working 
Reaching out for a hand that we 
can't see 
Everybody's got a hold on hope 
It's the last thing that's holding me 

Invitation to the last dance 
Then it's time to leave 
But that's the price we pay 
when we deceive 
One another/animal mother 
She opens up for free 
Everybody's got a hold on hope 
It's the last thing that's 
holding me 

Look at the talkbox in mute  [bad word] 
At the station 
There hides the cowboy 
His campfire flickering 
on the landscape 

That nothing grows on 
But time still goes on 
And through each life of misery 
Everybody's got a hold on hope 
It's the last thing that's holding me