Wish I could run but I'd fall down
And though there's so many mistakes I'm making,
Oh, I'm the only one who knows
I'm falling through the holes
What's slipping through my hands
While I'm hanging on to hope
I'm running through the holes
It's kinda empty on the inside
And though I haven't found
the missing pieces I'm trying
And I'm the only one who knows
I'm falling through the holes
What's slipping through my hands
While I'm hanging on to hope
I'm falling through the holes
Still I'm hanging on the pole
But I can't find the ground,
no I can't find the ground, no I can't find the ground
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
And I'm the only one who knows
I'm falling through the holes
What's slipping through my hands
While I'm hanging on to hope
I'm falling through the holes
I'm falling through the holes