You can hold my hand
I can hold your face
We can hold out
But you can’t hold space

You can hold your breath
I can hold your place
We can hold still
But you can’t hold space

You can hold your tongue
You can say grace
We can hold on
But you can’t hold space

She blew me a kiss from the taco stand
And I couldn’t hold it so she wet my plants
Oh no, I don’t know
She had me pegged for a burrito man
And took me out to the salsa dance
Oh no, I don’t know
Her green eyes twankled in the neon light
And then she said somethin that just aint right
Oh no, I don’t know
Well, she cracked a joke, and then I cracked the case
You can stop time but you can’t hold space
Oh no, I don’t know

And she said
Space is made of emptiness and gas and dust
We think that we can hold it but the joke’s on us