Hold You - Russell Crowe, 30 Odd Foot of Grunts

This time is no different

I control my urge to feed

Stalking your scent

Through the kitchen

This type of social gathering

Leaves openings for speech

And I would talk to you

But I’m twisting

If you knew what I was thinking

You’d probably drown me

In what you were drinking

I’d swim for sure

To hold you

To hold you

Tiny little shivers

From across a crowded room

Every time I see you

You haunt me

I know that it’s possible

I have dreamt that it came true

That you left him

And you want me

Which mode are you in

Is this the poor little girl

My princess

My queen

I’ll take them all

And hold you

Hold you

If you knew what I was thinking

You’d probably drown me

In what you were drinking

I’d swim for sure

To hold you

To hold you

To hold you