As I step to the edge
of a shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
Like the pulse of a drum
That hammers on and on
Till I reach the break of the day
When the sun beats down
On the halfway house
As my conscience beating
The sound in my ear
The will to persevere
As I reach the break of the day
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates & the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
Gotta hold on
Hold on to yourself
A cry of hope
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 the day
So I run to the edge
of a shadow of a doubt
With my conscience bleeding
Here lies the truth
The lost treasures of my youth
As I hold
till the break of the day
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
Gotta hold on
Hold on to yourself
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskates and losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
Gotta hold on
Gotta hold on
Hold on
Hold on to yourself