Holding On To Hell
Gin Wigmore
You're selling broken hearts
Still I feel, I feel you moving on
And I can’t cope, I feel my body burn
I feel it cold, come over you
Oh, open me, baby
Something in the way
There's something in the way that you move
A little crazy
Something in the way
There's something in the way that you move
Beaten and broken
Rolling in hell
Rolling in the way that we know
Eight years the time
Feeling like a holy poser on a wrecking bell
Heal, I’ll heal your broken parts
I want you to love
I want you to love me well
But I can’t give
I cannot give you all
I cannot give you all, no
Oh, open me, baby
Something in the way
There's something in the way that you move
A little crazy
Something in the way
Holding on the records of hell
That doesn't taste good
Dizzy by the daises, dizzy by the daisies you know
Holding my hand out
Something in the way
There's something in the way
Oh, I'll sit and die
Awaiting to indulge in breaking bones
How high?
Is the ways to grow indulgence?
How high?
Is the sway to indulge in you more?
Oh baby, something in the way
There’s something in the way that you move
Oh, oh, baby
Holding on to hell
I'm holding on to hell as we go
Oh, oh, baby
Holding on to hell
I'm holding on to hell as we go
Oh, oh, baby, something in the way
There's something in the way that you move
Oh, oh, baby
Holding on to hell
I'm holding on to hell as we go
