I had a dream the other night You were in a bar in the corner on a chair Wearin' 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 © YOU MAKE ME SICK I MAKE MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com