Holding Pattern Lyrics - The Conells

Once in a while I can see through 

What is real and what is show. 

Saving my colds for your purest thoughts. 

It may come and it may go. 

Chorus: 

In a holding pattern, standing still as statues in a row. 

It's so hard to change the pose. 

And if movement mattered, I can still be moved, so ask again 

"Will they line us up in a row?" 

Give me a glimpse of some distant time. (?) 

Let me know what's in store. 

Keep me in mind when you cross yourself. 

I couldn't ask for anymore. 

(repeat chorus)