I'm a fighter livin' in a world war
with my hand over my left eye
hold on I'm goin in...

I couldn't take it
I really couldn't take it
I couldn't make it
I couldn't really make it
hang on I'm goin down

hold on to me... I'm sliding...
hold on to me...

'cos there's leaves on the trees in November
and it's under a yellow sky
that there's somethin' about you
that keeps me hanging on.

you say that I'm not deep enough
I dive deep as deep as I need to...
hang on I'm goin in...

hold on to me; I'm sliding...