Tiptoe

Growing old as we wait, tiptoe to the grave. Holding on so you could let me in. I know youre tired of finding your way around here. Hold your head higher - it's not the time to give in. Growing old as we wait, tiptoe to the grave. Holding on so you could let me in. You breathe like the air is on fire and lean on me - to heal. I could give up all I admire - but you keep it all sealed in. You breathe the fire - to lean on, to lean. I could be all on fire - to lean on, to lean on.