Song | I'm Holding You |
Artist | Ween |
Album | Live in Toronto Canada |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ween | |
I'm flyin'(Flyin') | |
In a frame of my mind that time cannot erase | |
I'm seein'(Seein') | |
The future, the past as | |
I lay the present to waste | |
I'm scopin'(Scopin') | |
All these feelings | |
I have and hopin' for them to come true | |
And I'm holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
I'm holdin' you | |
I'm breathin'(Breathin') | |
The fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of oxygen | |
I'm climbin'(Climbin') | |
The walls to where good and evil make amends | |
I'm trippin'(Trippin') | |
Writhin' and squealin', pukin' looking for someone like you | |
And I'm holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
I'm holdin' you | |
I'm flyin'(Flyin') | |
In a frame of my mind that time cannot erase | |
I'm seein'(Seein') | |
The future, the past as | |
I lay the present to waste | |
I'm scopin'(Scopin') | |
All these feelings | |
I have and hopin' for them to come true | |
And I'm holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
I'm holdin' you | |
And I'm holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
I'm holdin' you |
zuo ci : Ween | |
I' m flyin' Flyin' | |
In a frame of my mind that time cannot erase | |
I' m seein' Seein' | |
The future, the past as | |
I lay the present to waste | |
I' m scopin' Scopin' | |
All these feelings | |
I have and hopin' for them to come true | |
And I' m holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
I' m holdin' you | |
I' m breathin' Breathin' | |
The fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of oxygen | |
I' m climbin' Climbin' | |
The walls to where good and evil make amends | |
I' m trippin' Trippin' | |
Writhin' and squealin', pukin' looking for someone like you | |
And I' m holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
I' m holdin' you | |
I' m flyin' Flyin' | |
In a frame of my mind that time cannot erase | |
I' m seein' Seein' | |
The future, the past as | |
I lay the present to waste | |
I' m scopin' Scopin' | |
All these feelings | |
I have and hopin' for them to come true | |
And I' m holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
I' m holdin' you | |
And I' m holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
I' m holdin' you |
zuò cí : Ween | |
I' m flyin' Flyin' | |
In a frame of my mind that time cannot erase | |
I' m seein' Seein' | |
The future, the past as | |
I lay the present to waste | |
I' m scopin' Scopin' | |
All these feelings | |
I have and hopin' for them to come true | |
And I' m holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
I' m holdin' you | |
I' m breathin' Breathin' | |
The fumes of the grid that rid my lobe of oxygen | |
I' m climbin' Climbin' | |
The walls to where good and evil make amends | |
I' m trippin' Trippin' | |
Writhin' and squealin', pukin' looking for someone like you | |
And I' m holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
I' m holdin' you | |
I' m flyin' Flyin' | |
In a frame of my mind that time cannot erase | |
I' m seein' Seein' | |
The future, the past as | |
I lay the present to waste | |
I' m scopin' Scopin' | |
All these feelings | |
I have and hopin' for them to come true | |
And I' m holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
I' m holdin' you | |
And I' m holdin', something more precious than fine ore, baby | |
I' m holdin' you |