We Hold On (The YiaYia Session)

Pulled back from the edge of heartbreak

by a hand that held me

a grip of steel around my throat

and round my eyes

the road to my disenchantment it could have led me

to the edge of love

but I held on to that thread of compromise

We hold on

To the lines that tell the story

We hold on

to that old familiar sound

We hold on

to the songs of love and glory

we hold on

even when they let us down

and then we turn around

She'd been broken in love

but she bounced back anyway

she had a nose for these things

she always rose to the highest ground

she had taken her vows on the altar of the true believer

and she believed that bad luck

would always turn around

We met one day in the way they always say

in all the stories

My guard was up while hers was down

pretty soon by the light of the moon in June

in all its glory

the love that I'd never lost

became the love I'd found