I'm sick of running, so sick of running
Somehow I turned around and found that I was far away
I wanna hold ya
I need to hold ya
I can't pretend to comprehend how things end up this way
It's been a while, I'm in denial
I'd hate to hear you say it's over
I wanna turn back, but can we turn back?
I've got my doubts and I'm thinking that our fate is
Always in my hands...
The gun is always in my hands
So I've just gotta know:
Is it something real, or will it fall apart?
Will it come crashing down if I give you my heart?
So I need to know that you will hold on
'Cause you know how it feels when you're finally home
And you know how it hurts when you wake up alone
So I need to know that you will hold on
Never fading, cause we're waiting, and
I won't let go if you won't let go
I wanna stay here, can we stay here?
I'm afraid that if we leave then we'll never know
Maybe we should have
Or if we would have
We wouldn't have to say it's over
But we can see it, so we believe it
I've got my hopes even when I think
The gun is always in my hands
So I've just gotta know:
Is it something real, or will it fall apart?
Will it come crashing down if I give you my heart?
So I need to know that you will hold on
'Cause you know how it feels when you're finally home
And you know how it hurts when you wake up alone
So I need to know that you will hold on
But the gun is always in my hands
Always in my..
Is it something real? Will it come crashing down?
I need to know that you will hold on
Is it something real, or will it fall apart?
Will it come crashing down if I give you my heart?
Oh won't you promise that you'll hold on?
The gun is always in my hands