hold tight; hold fast

She loves you in fever
She loves you in fairness

She's getting close
And you're losing your grip

Hold tight and grow
Hold fast and bite

I can already taste the blood
there: in your true colours

You're feelin' good in the flesh
You're feelin' good in the face

You're getting too close
and I'm losing my grip

Hold tight and tail-out
Hold fast and forget