I hear a lot about sinners
Don't think that I'll be the same.
But I might go down to the river
Cause the way that the sky opens up when we touch it's making me say That the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
Oh God, running through the altar like a drag star Can't wait another second just to hear you Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me Feel so holy
I don't do well with the drama
And no, I can't stand being fake No, no
I don't believe in nirvana But the way that we're loving tonight gave me life, baby, I can't explain But the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy.
Oh God, running through the altar like a track star Can't wait another second It's the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me Feels so holy
They say we're too youngin' The pimps and the players say don't go crushin' Wise men sales, fools rushin'
But I don't know Just say we're too young and
The pims and the players say, don't go crushing.
Wildsmen say, fool's rushing.
But I don't know.
Oh God.
Running through the over like a drag star.
Can't wait another second cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me feels so old.
