Cold summer night
Sweet smell of wine
Watching you tiptoe through the flowers
And watching your drunk and withered power

Deep in your chest
Far past the test
Of the day the world turned to devour
In the heart of a people talk to power
Oh

Hold on to what you have
'Cause it may not last
Hold on to what you have
'Cause it might not last
Reach out through the glass
There's gift tying you to the past

Straighten your spine
Stand in the line
Don't you forget where you have come from
Don't you forget what you have not done

Words of the weary
Words of the fearing
Losing the game or always mending
So don't play a game that's never ending
Oh

Hold on to what you have
'Cause it may not last
Hold on to what you have
'Cause it might not last
Reach out through the glass
Theres gift tying you to the past

Hold on to what you have
'Cause it may not last