Anita Lipnicka

Hold On

Anita Lipnicka


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 

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 

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 
Hold on, hold on to your heart 
Hold on, hold on to your heart 
Hold on, hold on to your