As
I step to the edge on the 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 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 day When you're lost all hope and excuses
And the chapest gates and the lures has nothing left
But the truth we got to,
gotta hold on,
hold on to yourself
I cry out loud,
I plead for peace And my conscience beating
It's not what I want for it's all
that I need to reach the break of day
So I run to the edge on the shadow of
a doubt With my conscience bleeding,
it's the truth
The last treasure of my youth as I hold to the
break of day When you're lost all hope and excuses
And the chapest gates and the lures has
nothing left But the truth we got to,
gotta hold on, hold on to yourself
When you're lost all hope and excuses And the
chapest gates and the lures has nothing left
But the truth we got to, gotta hold on,
gotta hold on,
hold on
to yourself