I held her dearly on the front lawn. My shirt was found on the hard wood floor. I can't hear their voice any longer. I killed my king, can't get rid of the queen. Hold on, hold on silver boy. Hold on, hold on silver boy. This must really be the basement, completely swept off the rest of the house. The street is just a missile of faces I don't want to meet. Hold on, hold on silver boy. I might just leave a joyful song, to get far away, to get far away. When the darkness coming closer, I'm glad to see that wrinkle at your eye. She was mine for over 4 years. Now I got to help her move out our old flat. I'm not a property, I'm my own, I see them rise, you see me go. Hold on, hold on silver boy. Hold on, hold on silver boy. My soul will try to live on white faces' parade. As they sung hallelujah, transcription by [email protected] please send corrections! it's my first try, so do not judge me to hard...