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 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 knew more
more than a solo riding mind on to the streets
The drive for sacred - hold on tight 'cause murderers call
and they sleep cause you don't go where they won't fall
The hardest bit ‘bout growing up is this cold
we hold on tight
But dear, don't 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