Hold Your Fire - Pierce Brothers

Go to sleep

It’s cold at night you say

From the mountain air, from the interstate

This house, she talks

Like a highway with no soul

I can hear your voice, on the radio

And even though mountains like this seem small, from aeroplanes

Standing on the ground they look the same

But hold your fire

Hold your fire

Hold your fire

I’ll be coming home

Go to sleep

We’ve been through this my dear

I’ll be limping in to the great alone

This house, she weaps

I can hear her down the line

Like a lucid dream

Tugging on the mind

And even though mountains like this seem small, from aeroplanes

Standing on the ground they look the same

But hold your fire

Hold your fire

Hold your fire

I’ll be coming home

Hold your fire

Hold your fire

Hold your fire

I’ll be coming home

But hold your fire

Hold your fire

Hold your fire

I’ll be coming home

Hold your fire

Hold your fire

Hold your fire

I’ll be coming home

But hold your fire

Hold your fire

Hold your fire

I’ll be coming home