Back in the alleyway where we spent our days,
Blowing our troubled minds away,

Blurry images of adolescence,

Hold on to your roots while you can

‘Till the blood runs dry


Now it’s the same old, dull routine

The rush and the lack long after,

The thought of all we wanted to be,

Hold on to your roots while you can

‘Till the blood runs dry

Under these signs of neon lights
we shined the most

Oh every time I drift away,

It takes me to a place inside my mind,
Lost in time,

I can hear it echo through the air,

And your memory carries on,

To break my fall

Come on, let’s hear it for the freaks,
Trying to fly with broken wings,

Our youth it slips through our hands in time,

So hold on to it while you can,
So hold on!

These streets of throwaways and misfits,
where hearts still march to the same beat,

and voices shout in unison
Hold on to your roots while you can

‘Till the blood runs dry

Neither of us can escape it,

We're counting days that seemed endless,

You’re gone but never forgotten,
Hold on to your roots while you can

‘Till the blood runs dry

Under these signs of neon lights
we shined the most

Oh every time I drift away,

It takes me to a place inside my mind,
Lost in time,

I can hear it echo through the air,

And your memory carries on,

To break my fall

Come on, let’s hear it for the freaks,
Trying to fly with broken wings,

Our youth it slips through our hands in time,

So hold on to it while you can


Oh, so hold on tight!

Cause our youth slips away in time

So we keep on shining

Hold on to your roots while you can

‘Till the blood runs dry