It depends on surface area Whether you do, whether you don’t
Climb a mountain, run a thousand miles Grab on and hold, grab on and hold
It’s a myth to behold, it’s a fire in the cold Grab on and hold, grab on and hold It’s a snake in the grass, it’s a stop sign to pass Grab on and hold, grab on and hold
Oooh
This ain’t no hymn This ain’t no warning to run from sin This ain’t no dagger for sticking in
So let me be I’ll follow something that I can see I’ll worship something that I can be
It depends on you and you alone Whether you do, whether you don’t Don’t believe in more than flesh and bone Grab on and hold, grab on and hold