(You Hold Me) Captive

You hold me Captive
and I'm running out of time
You hold me hostage
and I'm losing my mind

all the world's looking for the blue eyed boy
he's been missing last seen lost and paranoid
wandering the streets, out calling your name
with a Robert Frost pocketbook and hair aflame
all the girls out on the avenue
they're searching their cell phones looking for clues
but no one's heard a word, not a sound not a trace
they forget my name they'll forget my face

You hold me captive
and I'm climbing the walls
You hold me hostage
and I'm tracing my fall

all the world's searching for the blue eyed boy
he's been missing last seen broke and unemployed
pacing the streets out shouting your name
with a Dylan Thomas t-shirt and his soul aflame
all the girls out on the avenue
they're searching their pocketbooks looking for clues
but no one's heard a word, not a sound or a trace
they forget my name they'll forget my face

all the world's looking for the blue eyed boy
he's been missing last seen lost and paranoid
wandering the streets out crying your name
with a Sylvia Plath compendium and a mind aflame
all the girls out on the avenue
they're searching their cell phones looking for clues
but no one's heard a word, not a sound not a trace
they forget my name they'll forget my face