(Written & composed by Gray/Skilton ©2004)

Shit, it happens.
When you least expect it.
Then. It shatters into little pieces.
That's my thesis.

Still holding out for love.
Still holding out for love.
Still holding out for love.
Still holding out for love.

Why. Do you do it.
You pick me up and put me back down,
You just blew it, into little pieces.
That's my thesis.

Still holding out for love.
Still holding out for love.
Still holding out for love.
Still holding out for love.

You sort of think it's right
You sort of think it's wrong
You sort of think I've got over you.
Will you let me know if I don't belong
Cos, I've kinda got things to do.

Still holding out for love.
Still holding out for love.
Still holding out for love...