Chorale

Hold me down, hold me down

To the light in you room hold me down

Where the windows are broken around

And erosion of living is done

If your life is all broken and empty

Like the streets of New York in the dark

And you need just a friend to hold on to

I'll be there in the corner just for you

And the cold of the living

And the cold of the dead

Hand in hand from the beginning to the end

And the cold of the living

And the cold of the dead

Hand in hand from the beginning to the end