| 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 |