Higher Lows, Lower Highs

There's only language there's only culture, there's only concrete slabs
There's only planning, administration, and marking lines in the sand
There's waiting for commencement
Waiting for the message
Waiting for the love of your life
To walk into your world and
Tell you that you've made it
That it's all alright

You're on just holding on
Holding on to your head
You're only just holding on
Holding on to your head
Well it seems like, it seems light
That it all belongs in your head
We're only just holding on
Holding on to our heads

There's only dancing, and small computers
There's only windows and doors
There's only savings and acquisitions
Need no convincing at all
That I am on the corner
I am on the outside
Holding out my hand
Just waiting for the traffic to get a little lighter
So that I can cross

You're on just holding on
Holding on to your head
You're only just holding on
Holding on to your head
Well it seems like, it seems light
That it all belongs in your head
I'm only just holding on
Holding on to our heads