Banner Pilot - Hold fast

S^Etarlight is streaming down a ^F#mdead-end street Lead our ^C#mway back to ^Bsomething ^Agood It's ^Ehigh time we turned around this ^F#mlousy luck You know to^C#mnight I think ^Bthat we ^Acould

^ERaise my glass to starting over ^F#mKnock on wood we're getting warmer ^C#mnow It's ^Bhard to read the s^Atreet signs In ^Ethese dim lights and soft reflections ^F#mNo dead ends just new directions ^C#mSay that I ^Bthink we're on an ^Aincline ^ADon't you?

I ^Elose myself sometimes on these broken s^Btreets But I still ^C#mdream I cough I ^Abreathe So beat me ^Edown I won't ever ^Bleave And even though I ^Ebruise myself somehow on the same con^Bcrete And lose some s^C#mkin this world we're ^Ain can do its ^Eworst It'll never ^Bwin We ^C#mfloat a^Bway like ^Afireflies in city night A^C#mcross the ^Bpark where the ^Aflowers end and the ^Anothing starts

Until we're ^Ehalf dead and scheming here in ^F#myour backyard Find some ^C#mtruth in the ^Bwine we s^Apill ^EFell short tonight but we'll keep ^F#mcoming back We always ^C#mhave and we ^Balways ^Awill

I ^Elose myself sometimes on these broken s^Btreets But I still ^C#mdream I cough I ^Abreathe So beat me ^Edown I won't ever ^Bleave And even though I ^Ebruise myself somehow on the same con^Bcrete And lose some s^C#mkin this world we're ^Ain can do its ^Eworst It'll never ^Bwin

But right now I ^Edon't care Your s^C#mmile is like a ^G#mcure to my poison ^Aluck In ^Epitch black we ^C#mlay back And ^G#mlaugh until the sun comes ^Aup And ^Awe hold fast