On God
Oscar Freddie Lang
Combing your fingers through the fine print of my hair
I know you're gone but I still feel you there
Some people believe, some are scared
Some wanna know where they go
So I hold out on God
Just to see you there
I hold out on God
Just to see you there
I met an old friend of yours
Just the other day
She said that when she sees me
It's like you never went away
And all the parts of me are parts of you
It's all coming into view
So I hold out on God
Just to see you there
I hold out on God
Just to see you there