Pop Tart what's our mission?

Do we know but never listen?

For too long they held me under

But I hear it's almost over

In Detroit on a Memphis train

Like you said it's 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 heart's a little bit colder

Try to hold on to this love



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 we're getting over

In Detroit with the Nashville tears

Like you said, it's down in the heat with the broken numbers

Down in the gaze of solemnity

Down in the way you've 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 heart's 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



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



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, what's our mission?

Skinned knees

Try to hold on