Song | Holding Me High |
Artist | Anika Moa |
Album | Thinking Room |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Groenendoal, Moa | |
She fumbles around | |
She is fixin’ her hair | |
I watched you for hours | |
Your eyes are so dear | |
Caught in your rhythm | |
A deep dark religion | |
Hold your anger | |
Please hold it now | |
(In these days) | |
Alone in her bedroom | |
(In these days) | |
She’s fooling around | |
(In these days) | |
She’s finding it out for herself | |
[Chorus] | |
Oh and you get what you give | |
It gets under your skin | |
You’re holding me high (holding me high) | |
Don’t hold me too high | |
Surprise me with you | |
And fly me to the moon | |
You’re holding me high (holding me high) | |
Don’t hold me too soon | |
And in between crying | |
She whispers a sentence | |
Don’t tell me I’m stupid | |
Or out in the sun too much | |
Set her to rest | |
She is under the table | |
But sleeping is dangerous | |
It’s dangerous | |
(In these days) | |
It’s a self-served religion | |
(In these days) | |
It’s for hunger you steal | |
(In these days) | |
She’s keeping too much for herself | |
Oh and you get what you give | |
It gets under your skin | |
You’re holding me high (holding me high) | |
Don’t hold me too high | |
Surprise me with you | |
And fly me to the moon | |
You’re holding me high (holding me high) | |
Don’t hold me too soon | |
Came in for shelter | |
And you tried me right on, I’ve said it, I’ve done it before | |
Now that I’ve come to live | |
It’s all I’ve ever been | |
[Music] | |
Oh and you get what you give | |
It gets under your skin | |
You’re holding me high (holding me high) | |
Don’t hold me too high | |
Surprise me with you | |
And fly me to the moon | |
You’re holding me high (holding me high) | |
Don’t hold me too soon | |
All I’ve been |
zuo qu : Groenendoal, Moa | |
She fumbles around | |
She is fixin' her hair | |
I watched you for hours | |
Your eyes are so dear | |
Caught in your rhythm | |
A deep dark religion | |
Hold your anger | |
Please hold it now | |
In these days | |
Alone in her bedroom | |
In these days | |
She' s fooling around | |
In these days | |
She' s finding it out for herself | |
Chorus | |
Oh and you get what you give | |
It gets under your skin | |
You' re holding me high holding me high | |
Don' t hold me too high | |
Surprise me with you | |
And fly me to the moon | |
You' re holding me high holding me high | |
Don' t hold me too soon | |
And in between crying | |
She whispers a sentence | |
Don' t tell me I' m stupid | |
Or out in the sun too much | |
Set her to rest | |
She is under the table | |
But sleeping is dangerous | |
It' s dangerous | |
In these days | |
It' s a selfserved religion | |
In these days | |
It' s for hunger you steal | |
In these days | |
She' s keeping too much for herself | |
Oh and you get what you give | |
It gets under your skin | |
You' re holding me high holding me high | |
Don' t hold me too high | |
Surprise me with you | |
And fly me to the moon | |
You' re holding me high holding me high | |
Don' t hold me too soon | |
Came in for shelter | |
And you tried me right on, I' ve said it, I' ve done it before | |
Now that I' ve come to live | |
It' s all I' ve ever been | |
Music | |
Oh and you get what you give | |
It gets under your skin | |
You' re holding me high holding me high | |
Don' t hold me too high | |
Surprise me with you | |
And fly me to the moon | |
You' re holding me high holding me high | |
Don' t hold me too soon | |
All I' ve been |
zuò qǔ : Groenendoal, Moa | |
She fumbles around | |
She is fixin' her hair | |
I watched you for hours | |
Your eyes are so dear | |
Caught in your rhythm | |
A deep dark religion | |
Hold your anger | |
Please hold it now | |
In these days | |
Alone in her bedroom | |
In these days | |
She' s fooling around | |
In these days | |
She' s finding it out for herself | |
Chorus | |
Oh and you get what you give | |
It gets under your skin | |
You' re holding me high holding me high | |
Don' t hold me too high | |
Surprise me with you | |
And fly me to the moon | |
You' re holding me high holding me high | |
Don' t hold me too soon | |
And in between crying | |
She whispers a sentence | |
Don' t tell me I' m stupid | |
Or out in the sun too much | |
Set her to rest | |
She is under the table | |
But sleeping is dangerous | |
It' s dangerous | |
In these days | |
It' s a selfserved religion | |
In these days | |
It' s for hunger you steal | |
In these days | |
She' s keeping too much for herself | |
Oh and you get what you give | |
It gets under your skin | |
You' re holding me high holding me high | |
Don' t hold me too high | |
Surprise me with you | |
And fly me to the moon | |
You' re holding me high holding me high | |
Don' t hold me too soon | |
Came in for shelter | |
And you tried me right on, I' ve said it, I' ve done it before | |
Now that I' ve come to live | |
It' s all I' ve ever been | |
Music | |
Oh and you get what you give | |
It gets under your skin | |
You' re holding me high holding me high | |
Don' t hold me too high | |
Surprise me with you | |
And fly me to the moon | |
You' re holding me high holding me high | |
Don' t hold me too soon | |
All I' ve been |