repetition

holding onto nothing

i asked the pitch-black skies,
'when will he come back?'
but they didn't say anything,
and leave a storm the next morning.

i asked the raging winds,
'where in this world goes?'
but they just come and passed right through me,
and leave me homeless on the afternoon.

i walk down the road all alone,
but i'm holding on to this little hope–
even though the weather's not fair at all,
but i'm still moving slowly in every cruel storm.

now that the night has come,
and the seas of raging waves turns into calm,
all i ever need at this moment is only you,
and you are the only thing i need to make it through.

i'm holding onto nothing,
and even there's no chance of coming–
i'm still hoping of everything out of nothing,
even though it’s evident of a fight gone losing.

i'm holding onto nothing,
and the certainties turn to nothing,
but i'm still gripping on a hope so little,
cause i can't hold the idea of losing you.

i'm still longing,
i'm still hoping,
and i'm still holding–
holding onto nothing.