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 bit of lying is to keep your mouth shut About presents that will wait beneath your feet The hardest thing 'bout 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 'bout 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 onto the streets The drive for sacred hold on tight when murderers call And they sleep 'cause you won't go where they won't fall The hardest thing 'bout 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 'bout growing up is this cold We hold on tight No words are sacred tied up on strings of gold We hold on tight