domenica, dicembre 04, 2005

Hold on




As I stepped to the edge on the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
Like the pulse of a drum that hammers on and on
'Til I reach the break of day
When the sun beats down on the halfway house
Has my conscience beating
The sound in my ear
The will to preserve as I reach the Break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the Cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling on to
You gotta hold on
Hold on to yourself

A cry of hope (hey)
A plea for peace
And my conscience beating
It's not what I want for it's all that I need
To reach the break of day
So I run to the edge on the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience bleeding
Here lies the truth the lost treasures of my youth
As I hold on to the break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling on to
You gotta hold on

Hold on to yourself