Woorden: Uriah Heep. Holding On.

Lost, lost like a precious flame
The ashes burn on
The ghost of a love we had
Tries to hold on, tries to hold on

No communication
All systems are down
No new conversation
Never a sound, never a sound

What's the point in holdin' on
When the spirit is gone, holdin' on
What's the point in holdin' on
When the spirit is gone

Cold, cold as the empty night
Deep in your eyes
I know there's no truth, no light
Only your lies, only your lies

The circle's broken
The damage is done
The crystal lies
Smashed on the floor

Your presence has left me now
Your spirit has gone
The ghost of a love we had
Tries to hold on, tries to hold on

The circle's broken
The damage is done
So what's the point in holdin' on