Trust me, I only care what I can see I don't attend to make believe Head to toe to nerve ending I breathe, I breathe For every inch that's left of me For ever sin of who I'll be I take it by the tip of my teeth I take it takes me Steady as we go, oh oh oh Maybe I'm a fool for composure If ever we were gold, oh oh oh Lately we are just a holdover Trust me, I deal in certainty We will find our skin our ears our feet Grow the rest back gradually Gradually, 'cause we We are barely temporary beings We are holding, holding too tightly We are taking everything we see Until we're left for the taking Steady as we go, oh oh oh Maybe I'm a fool for composure If ever we were gold, oh oh oh Lately we are just a holdover We are just a holdover Oh we are just a holdover