So, the long way we'll go
Here comes the greens, the blacks, the blues
And all the colours in between
And so, we're bound to reach a low
For I can't maintain the strain again
And fail to keep what you have gained
A thought or two
But I'm hold oh oh
I'm holding back
It is all I've ever known
Oh these hands create their own
Oh these hands create their own
I'm holding back
It is all I've ever known
All these lands left to be roamed
All these lands left to be roamed
Oh Oh Oh
So, forever doubting when to close
Used to make remarks in parks at dark and underrated winter's part
And so, the author told a tale
Enabling us to sail, unveil, derail and swim the high seas of details
A thought or two
But I'm hold oh oh
I'm holding back
It is all I've ever known
Oh these hands create their own
Oh these hands create their own
I'm holding back
It is all I've ever known
All these lands left to be roamed
All these lands left to be roamed