Answer:
What is full of holes but still holds water?
I run around the streets all day. Under the bed or by the door I sit at night never alone. my tongue hangs out waiting to be fed during the day.
In buckles or lace I help set the pace. The farther you go the thinner I grow.
The 8 of us go forth and not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What am I?
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.