Holding Pattern

Washing my hands through the night, can't sleep for the sirens Screaming one man's freedom's, another's fever that keeps rising Along with this sneak-attack sun, but I promise hon I can make the coffee strong enough to get us to the wine In a holding pattern Remembering when we could land in any old weather Singing nothing's so wrong that the right song can't make it better But when will the aerosols fly through the stage lights Towards the front row of my next audience, I wonder In a holding pattern Circling around Won't ya hold me darling 'Til the wheels touch down Here in your arms, a chorus of alarms sounding like vespers Your lips to my ears, don't forget we're alone in this together Glory to any true love as it once was As it is now and just might have to be forever In a holding pattern Circling around Hold me and I'll hold you darling 'Til the wheels touch down We're in a holding pattern So hold me, darling While the world burns down