Houses made of paper,
Rivers filling up fast.
Storms rising high,
While deserts take over land.
Concrete jungles grow,
They cover up the sky.
There's so much smoke
Clouding my sight.
If there is hope,
Then let me see it, let me catch it.
If there is love,
Then let me feel it, let me have it.
We gotta hold on to what's left.
Earthquakes under my feet,
Fireworks over my head.
Explosions and heat,
Keep bodies up til late.
People drift apart,
They lose themselves sometimes.
Unsteady hearts
No longer beat in time.
If there is hope,
Then let me see it, let me catch it.
If there is love,
Then let me feel it, let me have it.
We gotta hold on to what's left.
We are the dreamers, we pull the triggers,
We break the rules
And we pretend to be fearless.
We are the lovers, undercover.
Play hide and seek with each other.
If there is hope,
Then let me see it, let me catch it.
If there is love,
Then let me feel it, let me have it.
We gotta hold on to ...
If there is hope,
Then let me see it, let me catch it.
If there is love,
Then let me feel it, let me have it.
We gotta hold on to ...
If there is hope,
Then let me see it, let me catch it.
If there is love
Then let me feel it, let me have
We gotta hold on to what is left.