Ferry Corsten. Holding On. Zeneszám

The falling sky grows darker every day
And moonlight fading as you walk away
And all the roads that lead me to your heart
Have gone astray

My hands are tied behind my back
And I?m weakened by your slow attack
You take me in, then change your mind again

Your spinning wheel won?t lead me to your view
And all the words I need to hear from you
I?m holding on but guess I?m out of luck
And still in love with you

My hands are tied behind my back
And I?m weakened by your slow attack
You take me in, then change your mind again

Hold my face, in your hands, look into my eyes
So understand, all the thoughts, inside your mind
Tell me it?s time

My hands are tied behind my back
And I?m weakened by your slow attack
You take me in, then change your mind again
You take me in, then change your mind again