Texty

Climb until you're getting high Be a part of the scene like you're livin' your dream Walk the room like you're on fire Like you're chasin' the truth, grip on tight to your youth Grip on tight, grip on tight to your youth Like you're cha-, like you're chasin' the truth But you're the holiest thing I know Yes, you're the holiest thing, holiest thing I know Look at the mess you've made Babe, I'm not what you think, come on listen to me Now all I do is feel afraid Can't you see that I'm ill? Can't you see I've been played? That I'm des-, that I'm destined to fade But you're the holiest thing I know Yes, you're the holiest thing, holiest thing I know Climb until you're getting high Be a part of the scene like you're livin' your dream Walk the room like you're on fire Like you're chasin' the truth, grip on tight to your youth But you're the holiest thing I know Yes, you're the holiest thing, holiest thing I know
Writer(s): David Bayley, Valerie Teicher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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