Climb the tower with me tonight if you would speak long with the wind,
Let your laughter drown my sorrow, let an age of hope begin,
Loyalty is not a word heard 'round these parts these days,
Love gets drowned in a pool of tears I'm drunk on anyway.

Hold me tight,
God, I'm losing it,
Hold me tight,
I'm confusing it.

Job lost all his daughters, Job lost all his sons,
Lost all his crops and his animals, each and every one,
Still I know whom I believe in, am persuaded he is able to keep track of all the cards laid out on my table.

Hold me tight,
God, I'm losing it,
Hold me tight,
I'm confusing it.

Oh, please don't get upset,
You know these means of grace have never failed me yet, no.

See the harvest getting ripe,
There's a wine press almost full,
Michael, swing your sickle wide and take off both your shoes,
Sold me a wealth of pleasure; it was a dime store full of pain,
And the stuff I thought was jewellery, it turns out to be chains.

Hold me tight,
God, I'm losing it,
Hold me tight,
I'm confusing it,
Hold me tight,
I'm abusing it, yeah,
Abusing it, yeah,
Hold me tight when I'm losing it.