Текст песни
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Morning's coming.
I wrestled with the ceiling, I shouted through the night,
"Why take the one thing that makes this house feel bright?" Then she squeezed my fingers,
And I heard it in my soul, somewhere past the hurting,
"You are making us whole." Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Morning's coming.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Morning's coming.
I wrestled with the ceiling, I shouted through the night,
"Why take the one thing that makes this house feel bright?" Then she squeezed my fingers,
And I heard it in my soul, somewhere past the hurting,
"You are making us whole." Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Morning's coming.
Hold on.
Hold on.