The yellow moon glows like a fire
The sky is crimson clear
Who’s gonna dim the angel’s choir
One million voices are ringing in my ear

Can’t turn a heartache to a lucky number
But we’re safe and warm tonight
The great big sleep becomes a golden slumber
When you’re by my side

I wanna hold your
I wanna hold your
I wanna hold your hand (I wanna hold your)

We’re staying home now
We’re watching neighbours
And it’s for sure there’s lots of hope
I guess this life has many different flavours
Sometimes it tastes a bit like soap

I wanna hold your
I wanna hold your
I wanna hold your hand (I wanna hold your)


(c) The Radios