Gin Wigmore
Holding on to Hell
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 the 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
Holding on to hell
Rolling in the way that we know
Give you 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
Hell doesn't taste good
Dizzy by the days, dizzy by the daises you know
Holding my hand out
Something in the way
There's something in the way

I rather sit and die
Oh, wait indulge in breaking bones
How high is the wave to go indulge in
How high this wave to indulge in you more
Oh baby, something in the way
There's something in the way that you move

Oh baby
Holding on to hell, I'm holding on to hell as we go
Oh baby
Holding on to hell, I'm holding on to hell as we go
Oh baby
Holding on to hell, I'm holding on to hell as we go
Oh baby
Holding on to hell, I'm holding on to hell as we go