Second Coming
Album - 5 dicembre 1994 - Debaser id 16762

This is the daybreak, and this is the love we make
For love us the law here, you've got to know how I love it, yeah
It's more than a mover, you know it takes off fast, or slow
Stone cold wild, bring the love in son, brother, man
True nature child, I think I'll sing it
For Atlanta Georgia, to Longsight Manchester
Everyone ready, so, so willing and able, yeah, yeah, yeah
For the love you make, g'no sis'

She willing to make ya, we all love makers ain't we?
Sister Rosa Lee Parks, lock forever her name in your heart
Forever in my heart

As I sing on this song, someone just got rolled on, hey
oh hey, yeah, wooh yeah

New York City, to Addis Ababababa
Keep on keeping strong, keep on keeping on

So why no stack for black on a radio station in this, the city?
Been going on so long, level on the line, I'm a leaf on the vine of time
Black bones are the original bones
And so this the whole wide world should know, y'all
I came to sing this song in your city

Ooh, for the dreamers
One more for the dreamers, yeah

The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it, everybody saw it
Saw the dust that he made

King bee in a frenzy, ready to blow
Hot the horn good to go, wait-oh his sting's all gone
Now he's begging you, begging you

Here is a warning, the sky will divide
Since I took of the lid now there's nowhere to hide
Now I'm begging you, begging you

This is a mystery not to be solved,
But be minded, like minded, I'm gone, still I'm with you,
I'm begging you, begging you

Give it over, give it over
Give it over, give it over
Yeah I'm begging you, I'm begging you
Give it over, give it over
Give it over, give it over
Yeah I'm begging you, I'm begging you

Weigh it and say it, is it all in a name
Does it call you or maul you and drive you insane
Can it make you remember, time is a place
Now I'm begging you, begging you

The fly on the coachwheel told me that he got it
And he knew what to do with it, everybody saw it
Saw the dust that he made

Make all the dust that you can
Make all the dust that you can

King bee in a frenzy ready to blow

You should have been an angel, it would of suited you
My gold-leafed, triptych angel, she knows just what to do
In the half light of morning, in our world between the sheets
I swear I saw her angel wing, my vision was complete
And I know I'll never want another lover, my sweet
Can there be more in this world than the joy of just watching you sleep?
I don't know just what to feel
Won't someone tell me my love's real?

Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand
Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land?
Will the sun shine all sweetness and light
Burn us to a cinder, our third stone satellite?

I'm on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high
Striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky
I'm on a tightrope, baby, one thing I've found
I don't know how to stop, and it's a long, long, long
Long way down.

She's all that ever mattered, and all that ever will
My cup, it runneth over, I'll never get my fill
The boats in the harbour slip from their chains
Head for new horizons, let's do the same

I'm on a tightrope, baby, nine miles high
striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky
I'm on a tightrope, baby, one thing I've found
I don't know how to stop
and it's a tightrope, baby, nine miles high
striding through the clouds, on my ribbon in the sky
I'm on a tightrope, baby, one thing I've found
I don't know how to stop, and it's a long, long, long
Long way down