we grow up
learning to pretend that
we're just
like everybody else around
almost invisible
no colours no flaws
and then we are grownups
playing by the rules they made up
'cause we’re afraid of standing out
our souls wear uniforms so hard to pull off
we have made so many changes
always trying to fit the role
we can only show true faces
in the veil of time alone
and we don't even notice
no we don't understand
we are holding on to a fiction
that’s written by our hand
when it all comes crashing down
down on you
crushing what you thought was true
hold on to what holds you most
better hold on to what gives you hope
when everything you think you are
falls in like a house of cards
hold on to what holds you most
better hold on to what gives you hope, yeah
in a world of make-believe
the only thing worth to keep
is a piece of truth
like a tender memory
of what it's all about
but we live like
building up a city on thin ice
a city made of marble and gold
we look so glamorous
until the day we drown
if we take this cage for shelter
then we're not safe at all
in a castle of consumption
getting lost in endless halls
all we need is something greater
that is strong enough to last
something we can rely on
as the ground beneath us cracks
when it all comes crashing down
down on you
crushing what you thought was true
hold on to what holds you most
better hold on to what gives you hope
when everything you think you are
falls in like a house of cards
hold on to what holds you most
better hold on to what gives you hope, yeah
don't break what saves who you are
just hold it close
cause it keeps you straight on twisted roads
don't break what saves who you are
just hold it close cause it keeps you straight on twisted roads
when it all comes crashing down
down on you
crushing what you thought was true
hold on to what holds you most
better hold on to what gives you hope
when everything you think you are
falls in like a house of cards
hold on to what holds you most
better hold on to what gives you hope, yeah