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