Lyrics:

Pop Tart, whats our mission?
Do we know but never listen?
For too long they held me under
But I hear its almost over
In Detroit on a Memphis train
Like you said, its down in the heat and the summer rain
The automatic gauze of your memories
Down in the sleep at the airplane races

Try to hold on to this heart a little bit longer
Try to hold on to this love aloud
Try to hold on, for this hearts a little bit colder
Try to hold on to this love

[Post-Chorus 1]
Paperback scrawl your hidden poems
Written around the dried out flowers
Here we are, still trading places
Try to hold on

Pop Tart, can you envision
A free world of clear division?
For too long they held us under
But I know were getting over
In Detroit with the Nashville tears
Like you said, its down in the heat with the broken numbers
Down in the gaze of solemnity
Down in the way youve held together

Try to hold on to this heart a little bit closer
Try to hold on to this love aloud
Try to hold on, for this hearts a little bit older
Try to hold on to this love aloud

And we are still alive
Try to hold on
And we have survived
Try to hold on
And no one should deny

[Post-Chorus 2]
We tried to hold onto the pulse of the feedback current
Into the flow of encrypted movement
Slapback kills the ancient remnants
That try to hold on

[Outro]
Try to hold on to this heart alive
Try to hold on to this heart aloud
Try to hold on
And we are still alive
Try to hold on
And we have survived
Try to hold on
Pop Tart, you never listen
Skinned knees
Try to hold on
Stop start, whats our mission?
Skinned knees
Try to hold on