Lines run from me to you
A trick or a tie that we're fastened to
Look at those lines, now starting to fray
Stitch them together so we don't fall away
Over our heads and deep underground
We cut up the paths that we once laid down
When we were only a fleeting glance
Stopped at a cross and caught in a trance

Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
We are, we are, we are, we are falling fast
Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
We know, we know, we know that the die's not cast
Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
We are, we are, we are, we are falling fast
Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
We know, we know, we know that the die's not cast

When you drink your fill of wine
And lose your way and sense of time
If you don't recognise any place
Hold onto the ropes and begin to retrace
Is there attachment to the walls of the places we know
And follow the meanings from long ago
It's from your home to all the doors
I'm hoping it's mine you'll be standing before

Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
We are, we are, we are, we are falling fast
Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
We know, we know, we know that the die's not cast
Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
We are, we are, we are, we are falling fast
Hold the line, hold the line, hold the line, hold the line
We know, we know, we know that the die's not cast

Hold onto the line and begin to retrace every step, every step
I've lost my sense of place, need a second breeze(?) and these feelings I can't erase
Hold onto the line and begin to recollect every stage, every stage
I've filled myself with wine, lost my sense of time and these feelings are intertwined