Song | Try, Try, Try |
Artist | The Smashing Pumpkins |
Album | Machina II/The Friends and Enemies of Mordern Music |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Billy Corgan Music:Billy Corgan | |
Pop tart, what's our mission | |
Do we know but never listen | |
For too long, they held me under | |
But I hear it's almost over | |
In Detroit, on our Memphis train | |
Like you said | |
Down in the heat | |
Of the summer rain | |
Of the automatic gauze | |
Of your memories | |
Down in the sleep | |
At the airplane races | |
Try to hold on | |
To this heart a little bit longer | |
Try to hold on | |
Try with this love aloud | |
Try to hold on | |
For this heart's a little bit colder | |
Try to hold on | |
To this love | |
Paperback scrawl your hidden poems | |
Written around the dried out flowers | |
Here we are still trading places | |
Try to hold on | |
Pop tart, can you envision | |
A free world, a clear division | |
For too long, they held us under | |
But I know, we're getting over | |
In Detroit, with the Nashville tears | |
Like you said | |
It's down in the heat | |
With the broken numbers | |
Down in the gaze of solemnity | |
Down in the way you held together | |
Try to hold on | |
To this heart | |
A little bit closer | |
Try to hold on | |
Try with this love aloud | |
Try to hold on | |
For this heart's | |
A little bit older | |
To hold on | |
Try with this love aloud | |
And we are still alive | |
Try to hold on | |
And we all survive | |
Try to hold on | |
And no one should deny | |
We tried to hold on | |
To the pulse of the feedback current | |
Into the flow of the encrypted movement | |
Slapback kills the ancient remnants | |
That try to hold on | |
Try to hold on | |
Try, to this heart alive | |
Try, with this lovea loud, try | |
Try to hold on | |
Try, and we are still alive | |
Try to hold on | |
Try, and we all survive | |
Try to hold on | |
Pop tart | |
You never listen | |
Skinned knees | |
Try to hold on | |
Stop start | |
What's our mission? | |
Skinned knees | |
Try to hold on | |
Try |
Lyrics: Billy Corgan Music: Billy Corgan | |
Pop tart, what' s our mission | |
Do we know but never listen | |
For too long, they held me under | |
But I hear it' s almost over | |
In Detroit, on our Memphis train | |
Like you said | |
Down in the heat | |
Of the summer rain | |
Of the automatic gauze | |
Of your memories | |
Down in the sleep | |
At the airplane races | |
Try to hold on | |
To this heart a little bit longer | |
Try to hold on | |
Try with this love aloud | |
Try to hold on | |
For this heart' s a little bit colder | |
Try to hold on | |
To this love | |
Paperback scrawl your hidden poems | |
Written around the dried out flowers | |
Here we are still trading places | |
Try to hold on | |
Pop tart, can you envision | |
A free world, a clear division | |
For too long, they held us under | |
But I know, we' re getting over | |
In Detroit, with the Nashville tears | |
Like you said | |
It' s down in the heat | |
With the broken numbers | |
Down in the gaze of solemnity | |
Down in the way you held together | |
Try to hold on | |
To this heart | |
A little bit closer | |
Try to hold on | |
Try with this love aloud | |
Try to hold on | |
For this heart' s | |
A little bit older | |
To hold on | |
Try with this love aloud | |
And we are still alive | |
Try to hold on | |
And we all survive | |
Try to hold on | |
And no one should deny | |
We tried to hold on | |
To the pulse of the feedback current | |
Into the flow of the encrypted movement | |
Slapback kills the ancient remnants | |
That try to hold on | |
Try to hold on | |
Try, to this heart alive | |
Try, with this lovea loud, try | |
Try to hold on | |
Try, and we are still alive | |
Try to hold on | |
Try, and we all survive | |
Try to hold on | |
Pop tart | |
You never listen | |
Skinned knees | |
Try to hold on | |
Stop start | |
What' s our mission? | |
Skinned knees | |
Try to hold on | |
Try |
Lyrics: Billy Corgan Music: Billy Corgan | |
Pop tart, what' s our mission | |
Do we know but never listen | |
For too long, they held me under | |
But I hear it' s almost over | |
In Detroit, on our Memphis train | |
Like you said | |
Down in the heat | |
Of the summer rain | |
Of the automatic gauze | |
Of your memories | |
Down in the sleep | |
At the airplane races | |
Try to hold on | |
To this heart a little bit longer | |
Try to hold on | |
Try with this love aloud | |
Try to hold on | |
For this heart' s a little bit colder | |
Try to hold on | |
To this love | |
Paperback scrawl your hidden poems | |
Written around the dried out flowers | |
Here we are still trading places | |
Try to hold on | |
Pop tart, can you envision | |
A free world, a clear division | |
For too long, they held us under | |
But I know, we' re getting over | |
In Detroit, with the Nashville tears | |
Like you said | |
It' s down in the heat | |
With the broken numbers | |
Down in the gaze of solemnity | |
Down in the way you held together | |
Try to hold on | |
To this heart | |
A little bit closer | |
Try to hold on | |
Try with this love aloud | |
Try to hold on | |
For this heart' s | |
A little bit older | |
To hold on | |
Try with this love aloud | |
And we are still alive | |
Try to hold on | |
And we all survive | |
Try to hold on | |
And no one should deny | |
We tried to hold on | |
To the pulse of the feedback current | |
Into the flow of the encrypted movement | |
Slapback kills the ancient remnants | |
That try to hold on | |
Try to hold on | |
Try, to this heart alive | |
Try, with this lovea loud, try | |
Try to hold on | |
Try, and we are still alive | |
Try to hold on | |
Try, and we all survive | |
Try to hold on | |
Pop tart | |
You never listen | |
Skinned knees | |
Try to hold on | |
Stop start | |
What' s our mission? | |
Skinned knees | |
Try to hold on | |
Try |