Sonntag, Oktober 10, 2004

Twist in my sobriety

All god's children need travelling shoes,
drive your problems from here.
All good people read good books.
Now your conscience is clear,
I hear you talk, girl,
now your conscience is clear.
In the morning when I wipe my brows,
wipe the miles away.
I like to think I can be so willed
and never do what you say,
I'll never hear you,
and never do what you say.

Look my eyes are just holograms,
look your love has drawn red from my hands.
From my hands you know you'll never be
more than twist in my sobriety.

We just poked a little empty pie
for the fun the people had at night.
Late at night don't need hostility,
timid smile and pause to free.
I don't care about their different thoughts,
different thoughts are good for me.
Up in my arms and chaste and whole,
all god's children took their toil.

Look my eyes are just holograms,
look your love has drawn red from my hands.
From my hands you know you'll never be
more than twist in my sobriety.

Cup of tea, take time to think,
time to risk a life.
Sweet and handsome, soft and porky,
you pig out 'til you've seen the light.
Half the people read the papers,
read them good and well.
Pretty people, nervous people,
people have got to sell,
news you have to sell.

Look my eyes are just holograms,
look your love has drawn red from my hands.
From my hands you know you'll never be
more than twist in my sobriety.

Tanita Tikaram

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