Strings Of Gold lyrics

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 are young and free to fall But the hardest thing of lying is to keep your mouth shut About presents that will wait beneath your feet The hardest thing about growing up is this cold We hold on tight But dear don’t you go now You’ll know now How to fold We hold on tight The hardest thing about 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 they knew more More than a solo riding mind on to the streets The drive for sacred - hold on tight when murderers call And they sleep cause you don’t go where they won’t fall