Lovers' Revolution歌词

作词 : Beam, Samuel Ervin
作曲 : Beam, Samuel Ervin

I came to you and you to me

And we were tapping
On the window of the children
When the piggy-bank broke

Pitching quite a fifth

But how the makers of the medicine
Will always say you're looking sick

I came to you and you to me

And we would wear up to the women
Washing new in the form of white gloves

But the funny thing was how in in God
And his people were dreaming about
The wilds to leave

And all the fingers that we damaged
When all we wanted was a diamond ring

I came to you and you to me

And we were barking at the drug dogs
Blood-dried-black on their hands

Never realized

You never tussle with a giant
Till you can hit him right between the eyes

That no matter how we chose 'em
We'll be chocking on the compromised

Cause all the jaws all the claws
They're restless by the riverside

And it was a muscle and a shadow
That was shoving us into the light

I came to you and you to me

And we were snatching out
A poor baby's bottle
Just to trade it for change

But now it's come to pass

The every eye beneath the mountains
Saw the smoke and no one heard the blast

And no one knew the arm was broken
And although everybody signed the cast

Until the compliment was good
She said man I thought you'd never ask

And when the world wore out their welcome
They just booked up for a bag of grass

But when she cried on the grounds
We were sucking all the laughing gas

And when the hat had left
The body not a flag was hanging on us
U-u-uh

I came to you and you to me

And then we lost our own lovers revolution
But then it all started again

Now we're one

One of the parade wailing widows
Walking home into the setting sun

One of the soldiers lost
And then dreams and never lose their gun

One of the wise-men wondered
Onto the podium without a tongue

One of the trophies' corners
By the mess we made of being young

One of the Wrayers one of the promises
Swallowed without chewing gum

One of the deaf ear's dumber
All of the time for all the years of drums

One of the wide-eyed soap boxes
Buried under washing time

One of the bee-cops combing
Every sidewalk-crack for love

One of the crowded stars uncounted
When the math was done

One of the weather in the garden
Left to wonder when the rain will come