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 & 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 & the losers
nothing's left to cling onto
gotta hold on
gotta hold on
hold on
hold on to yourself
