Holding On - James Vincent McMorrow

I’m in that field again

You’re in here too

I think there’s tigers here

They seem confused

Don’t take things so literally

This isn’t really a field

More like a metaphorical representation of

Who shook it once last year

How do I die?

How do I die?

Somebody here knows

How do I die?

How do I die?

Somebody here’s withholding

Information

Information

From me and my father

Information

Information

From me and my partners

So I buy a house

I buy a house

Fill it with animals

I buy a house

I buy a house

Fill it with gold expenses

You call me up

You call me up

And we go out sometimes

You call me up

You call me up

And then you realise

That I think too much

Or not enough

Can’t get the balance right

I think too much

Or not enough

It keeps me up at night

I order food

Pomegranates

Not my favourite fruit

I wait in line

I wait in line

Wait in line

Wait in line

I believe in holding on

I believe in holding on