On Hold - Fenne Lily

I was on hold

Tired and getting cold

So I put my love to bed

Everything told

Scared to be alone

So you took my hand and said

Come inside I'll make your mind up

All this pain is gold

Come inside you'll be surprised at all there's yet to know

I was on hold

High becoming low

But it helps to kill my time

Out of control

Tied to what I'm told

So you match your step with mine

Come inside I'll make your mind up

All this pain is gold

Come inside you'll be surprised at all you have to hold

Come inside I'll make your mind up

All this pain is gold

Come inside you'll be surprised at all you have to hold