- cifra
Take the forward path
Have a big slice of the city
Get the upper hand
While you're still pretty
But you know what we're like
No, they will never respect you
The way you want them to respect you
I think it's very well understood
But I'm
I'm gonna hold on to you
I'm gonna hold on to you
You
Your cracked up shell
A dead opera house
You give yourself to them now
In a game of cat and mouse
From the storyboard
To the bedroom scene
Through eleven World Wars
Other people you have been
Well I'm
Gonna hold on to you
I'm gonna hold on to you
You
Oh I'm
Gonna hold on to you
I'm gonna hold on to you
You
I can come to terms
With slowly going mad
Things we used to fear in the dark
And what ever lies beyond that
But I've come to resemble
My own shadow
As it falls into the sidewalk
I'm no longer anyone I know
No-one here reminds me of you
Yet I see no-one else
On the crowded sidewalk
Well I'm
I'm gonna hold on to you
I'm gonna hold on to you
You
Oh I'm
I'm gonna hold on to you
I'm gonna hold on to you
Hold on to you
Hold on to you
I'm gonna hold on to you
