The song of Solomon The song of everyone Who walks the path Of the solitary heart The soul cries out Hear a woman singing Don't want your bullshit, yeah
It lay buried here, it lay deep inside me It's so deep I don't think that I can speak about it It could take me all of my life But it would only take
One more step to the top of the city Where just a couple of pigeons are livin' Up on the angel's shoulders I don't know if I'm closer to heaven but It
Oh she move like the diva do I said "I'd love to dance like you" She said "Just take off my red shoes Put them on and your dream'll come true" With no
See those trees Bend in the wind I feel they've got a lot more sense than me You see I try to resist A rubberband bouncing back to life A rubberband
And you huh? You do huh? We let it in We give it out And in the end What's it all about? It must be love I give you my I give you my You give me your
See how the child reaches out instinctively To feel how fire will feel See how the man reaches out instinctively For what he cannot have The pull and
Some moments that I've had Some moments of pleasure I think about us lyin' Lyin' on a beach somewhere I think about us divin' Divin' off a rock, into
Watching the painter painting And all the time, the light is changing And he keeps painting that bit there It was an accident But he?s so pleased It?
I found a book on how to be invisible Take a pinch of keyhole and fold yourself up You cut along the dotted line, you think inside out And you're invisible
The dawn has come And the wine will run And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting In the sun I feel I want to be up on the roof I feel I
Could you see the aisles of women? Could you see them screamin' and weepin'? Could you see the storm risin'? Could you see the guy who was drivin'? Could
All the banners stop waving And the flags stop flying And the silence comes over Thousands of soldiers Thousands of soldiers Who is that girl? Do I know
There's a city draped in net, fisherman net And in the half light, in the half light It looks like every tower is covered in webs Moving and glistenin
It's raining, what has become of my painting All the colors are running So all the colors run, so all the colors run See what they've become a wonderful
I remember it was that Wednesday Oh when it rained and it rained They traipsed mud all over the house It took hours and hours to scrub it out All over
On this midsummer night Everyone is sleeping We go driving Into the moonlight Could be in a dream Our clothes are on the beach These prints of our feet
Mummy, Daddy The day is full of birds Sounds like they?re saying words