Pierre is walking   Under a red umbrella   The clouds look like an animal   Pierre, you feel so big but then so small   Every single time she calls you      You, for you I'm holding on      Whispers are spreading   Like miles of winter   Someone's lonely saxophone   Strangles him with a lone note   It makes sure he's dead   Then it runs home to you      He says “for you I am hunting   You, for you I am haunted   Me, for me I would be leaving   But for you I'm holding off”      Holding off      Pierre thinks of music   As the sound of her smile   On the other side he is waiting   Pierre, your mind, your heart, and your skin   Is the only thing that stands between you two      You should feel the one she names is you   Through every crack of dawn it's you   Every note in every song is you   You should feel she's weaving in   All of your feathers like the wind   A breath of forever and again   Held by you      For you I'm holding   You, for you I am haunted   You, for me I would be going   You, for you I am holding   You, I'm holding   You, I am holding off