Текст (слова) песни: Conells, The - Holding Pattern
Once in a while I can see through What is real and what is show. Saving my colds for your purest thoughts. It may come and it may go.
Chorus: In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row. It`s so hard to change the pose. And if movement mattered, I can still be moved, so ask again "Will they line us up in a row?"
Give me a glimpse of some distant time. (?) Let me know what`s in store. Keep me in mind when you cross yourself. I couldn`t ask for anymore.
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