Hold On - Anita Lipnicka, John Porter

You couldn’t resist the fast lane

You had to go and get yourself a name

And people wear empty stares

No one to worry about you, no one to care

The city is blue — the city is deep

Your hands are cold and you can’t sleep

You sit on the roof to see the sky

But only little girls know how to fly

You’d better:

Hold on, hold on to your heart

Hold on, hold on to your heart

Hold on, hold on to your heart

Hold on, hold on to your

Your whole life swimming in your head

Your nervous body twitching in your bed

You’re living on hope, on overtime

There’s always going to be a sentence

For every crime

Hold on, hold on to your heart… etc

You are one — you are you

Your visions keep out the view

Silver glass above your head

Just remember what she said

She said:

Hold on, hold on to your heart… etc