Hold Your Fire

New York lights
Red wine nights
Spiral stairs
Climb three flights
Four hard knocks
Switched on lights
She says, «Please, I don’t want to cry tonight»
Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire
Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire
No, I’m not at the end of my rope
On the contrary
I’m not at the end of my rope
Over-sized hazel eyes
Dyed her hair
Tattooed thighs
Hold that thought
Tell no lies
Tell me it’s gonna be alright
She tries
Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire
Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire, yeah
No, I’m not at the end of my rope
On the contrary
I’m not at the end of my rope
Oh, can’t you see?
I’m not at the end of my rope
On the contrary
I’m not at the end of my rope
Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire
Hold your fire, hold your fire, hold your fire, yeah
No, I’m not at the end of my rope
On the contrary
I’m not at the end of my rope
Oh, can’t you see?
I’m not at the end of my rope
On the contrary
I’m not at the end of my rope