Carry On کے بول

Oh yey When you have reached the bottom The cross of your life To the point of no return You can't face reality And realize We have to live for the day You're left on your own You feel like a rolling stone On the edge of danger Broken wings can't fly Hold on, cold wind blowing The show has to carry on Can't find a hideway The show has to carry on By the one way through The garden of delight There grew blue and strawberrys But all your dreams for the future Are now wasted and dead You got no opportunities ahead You're left on your own You feel like a rolling stone On the edge of danger Broken wings can't fly Hold on, cold wind blowing The show has to carry on Can't find a hideway The show has to carry on Hold on, cold wind blowing The show has to carry on Can't find a hideway The show has to carry on Hold on, cold wind blowing The show has to carry on Can't find a hideway The show has to carry on Carry on, carry on