There were always
thousand hands
beneath your feet
and while they hold you
you dance quietly to the beat
The dance for sacred
hold on tight
when murderers call
and they weep
because you're young
and free to fall
But the hardest bit of lying
is to keep your mouth shut
about presents that will wait
beneath your feet
The hardest bit ‘bout
growing up is this cold
we hold on tight
But dear don't you go now
you'll know now
how to fold
we hold on tight
The hardest bit ‘bout
growing up is this cold
we hold on tight
No words are sacred tied up
on strings of gold
we hold on tight
They were old
but they were smart
and they knew more
more than a solo riding mind
onto the streets
The drive for sacred
hold on tight
'cause murderers call
and they sleep
cause you won't go
where they won't fall
The hardest bit ‘bout
growing up is this cold
we hold on tight
But dear don't you go now
you'll know now
how to fold
we hold on tight
The hardest bit ‘bout
growing up is this cold
we hold on tight
No words are sacred tied up
on strings of gold
we hold on tight