Tytuł: Reach down

• Wykonawca: Temple Of The Dog
• Wyświetleń: 288

I had a dream the other night
   You were in a bar
   In the corner on a chair
   Wearing a long white leather coat
   Purple glasses and glitter in your hair
   And you said
   Hey
   This is where I'm gonna sit
   And buy you a drink someday
   You were going to the dog shows
   But you kinda lost your way
   You say now I got all this room
   And no money to decorate it
   So some local customer
   Put me in touch with the man
   Upstairs he said
   Little man
   You got no business gettin' frustrated
   You gotta rest
   You gotta rest
   You gotta reach down
  
   And pick the crowd up
   Carry back in your hands
   To the promised land
  
   Now I had some angel shine my wings
   She said
   Nothin' but the best for the golden boy
   She made me promise
   Not to tell I had her under
   A spell singing golden words
   In a broken voice
   And I caught some blessing
   On the wind
   I'm feeling lighter
   Than a whisper from a dove
   I've got no hands to tie behind my back
   And I'm sparking like a heart attack
   Now I've got room to spread my wings
   And my messages of love
   Yes
   Love was my drug
   But that's not what I died of
   So don't think of me
   Crying louder than some billion dollar Baby
   ?Cause I gotta rest
   I gotta rest
   I gotta
  
   Reach down
   And pick the crowd up
   Carry back in my hand
   To the promised land