Always been one of the few Straining my way out to make a point of view Easily caught by the wind My lips have melted off, off my skin What am I? What am I? Built up by tiny bits fallen from the sky My head rolling in the dirt It's like a mountain of aged paperworks Up so high, touching the moon I'd like to call you up, won't happen soon So hold the line (hold the line) Hold the line (hold the line) Built up by tiny bits fallen from the sky Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh... Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh... So hold the line (hold the line) Hold the line (hold the line) I'm built up by tiny bits fallen from the sky So hold the line (hold the line) Hold the line (hold the line) I'm built up by tiny bits fallen from the sky