Try to hold onto water, it flows through my hand
Try to hold onto fire, nobody can
If I hold my breath, it’s life or death
If I hold my tongue, that I never done
Holding onto a dream though, that's the one
A dream come true, where I run, into you, that's the one.
I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on to you
Try to hold onto heaven, jumped as high as I could
Try to hold onto money, that was no good
Try to hold the buzz, everybody does
And the good-byes, but time flies
Holding onto a dream though, that was good
A dream come true, where I run, into you, that's the one.
I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on to you
All these things spread their wings and they're gone
Not you, you're a dream come true and I'm holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on to you
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023