CUTS YOU UP
I find you in the morning... after dreams of distant signs. You pour yourself over me like the sun through the blinds You lift me up and get me out Keep me walking but never shout "Hold the secret close", I hear you say
You know the way it throws about. It takes you in and spits you out It spits you out when you desire to conquer it, to feel you're higher To follow it you must be clean, with mistakes that you do mean Move the heart, switch the pace Look for what seems out of place
Yeah on and on it goes, calling like a distant wind Through the zero hour we'll walk... cut the thick and break the thin No sound to break, no moment clear when all the doubts are crystal clear Crashing hard into the secret wind
You know the way it twists and turns Changing colour, spinning yarns You know the way it leaves you dry It cuts you up, it takes you high You know the way it's painted gold
Is it honey?
Is it gold?
You know the way it throws about. It takes you in and spits you out It spits you out when you desire to conquer it, to feel you're higher To follow it you must be clean, with mistakes that you do mean Move the heart, switch the pace Look for what seems out of place
And now I find the special kind You, yourself, like sun through blindsYou lift me up and get me outKeep me walking but never shoutIt's okay... it goes this way The line is thin, it twists away Cuts you up, It throws about Keep me walking, but never shout
And now I find the special kind You, yourself, like sun through blindsYou lift me up and get me outKeep me walking but never shoutIt's okay... it goes this way The line is thin, it twists away Cuts you up, It throws about Keep me walking, but never shout
"...'cause music is a way of living, it feeds the heart, it feeds the soul."
fgmta.
