Holding on, holding on to your clothing
Holding on, holding on to our story
Oh, remember the time
In San Francisco
With me by your side
In San Francisco
You are such a sight, the deepest brown eyes
My dear, my dear
You know it suffocated our love
You really didn’t do a thing wrong
Now I am superstitious of love
And baby, we overplayed our song
Holding on, holding on to your body
Holding on, holding on to this feeling
Oh, we’ll drive all night
To San Francisco
Our happiest time
In San Francisco
You know that I’m right, and there’s reasons why
My dear, my dear
You know it suffocated our love
You really didn’t do a thing wrong
Now I am superstitious of love
And baby, we overplayed our song
We overplayed our song
You weren't my first
But, you were my first love (love, love)
