Hold on to It Lyrics

	作曲 : Miller
	Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase
	Rimmed with little key chain hearts
	And they tore those giant tents down
	Lions in the pouring rain
	And the birds in the pouring rain
	Ohm but my heart belongs to the bearded woman
	Who had a glory bound lonely gaze
	She used to fit her head
	Inside an elephant's mouth
	With some kind of solitude grace
	When you find it, oh you better use it up
	You better hold on to it
	Like it's an answer to your prayers
	Spring is coming early this year, you can tell
	'Cause everybody's got their old jobs back
	No one stays too long around here
	They left circles in the wide back fields
	And the farmers tried to cover up the scars
	You can still run your hands over soft black earth
	And wonder where they are
	Oh but my son left for the fields today
	He's a fourth generation
	Works good with his hands
	Got his mother's cheeks and a big brass heart
	And boy he loves to work that land
	Out on the streets in my new city
	You can see where shadows
	Make prints on the pavement
	They know when the Salvation Army truck
	Comes around
	Lions in the pouring rain
	And they're birds in the pouring rain
	They hold their cups
	Out by the side of the circus tent doors
	Between the bank and the HMV
	But you never hear
	The rattle on a rich man's coat
	Who's got it locked up with a key

	zuo qu : Miller
	Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase
	Rimmed with little key chain hearts
	And they tore those giant tents down
	Lions in the pouring rain
	And the birds in the pouring rain
	Ohm but my heart belongs to the bearded woman
	Who had a glory bound lonely gaze
	She used to fit her head
	Inside an elephant' s mouth
	With some kind of solitude grace
	When you find it, oh you better use it up
	You better hold on to it
	Like it' s an answer to your prayers
	Spring is coming early this year, you can tell
	' Cause everybody' s got their old jobs back
	No one stays too long around here
	They left circles in the wide back fields
	And the farmers tried to cover up the scars
	You can still run your hands over soft black earth
	And wonder where they are
	Oh but my son left for the fields today
	He' s a fourth generation
	Works good with his hands
	Got his mother' s cheeks and a big brass heart
	And boy he loves to work that land
	Out on the streets in my new city
	You can see where shadows
	Make prints on the pavement
	They know when the Salvation Army truck
	Comes around
	Lions in the pouring rain
	And they' re birds in the pouring rain
	They hold their cups
	Out by the side of the circus tent doors
	Between the bank and the HMV
	But you never hear
	The rattle on a rich man' s coat
	Who' s got it locked up with a key

	zuò qǔ : Miller
	Yesterday the circus left town in a suitcase
	Rimmed with little key chain hearts
	And they tore those giant tents down
	Lions in the pouring rain
	And the birds in the pouring rain
	Ohm but my heart belongs to the bearded woman
	Who had a glory bound lonely gaze
	She used to fit her head
	Inside an elephant' s mouth
	With some kind of solitude grace
	When you find it, oh you better use it up
	You better hold on to it
	Like it' s an answer to your prayers
	Spring is coming early this year, you can tell
	' Cause everybody' s got their old jobs back
	No one stays too long around here
	They left circles in the wide back fields
	And the farmers tried to cover up the scars
	You can still run your hands over soft black earth
	And wonder where they are
	Oh but my son left for the fields today
	He' s a fourth generation
	Works good with his hands
	Got his mother' s cheeks and a big brass heart
	And boy he loves to work that land
	Out on the streets in my new city
	You can see where shadows
	Make prints on the pavement
	They know when the Salvation Army truck
	Comes around
	Lions in the pouring rain
	And they' re birds in the pouring rain
	They hold their cups
	Out by the side of the circus tent doors
	Between the bank and the HMV
	But you never hear
	The rattle on a rich man' s coat
	Who' s got it locked up with a key

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