show me a place that ain't hell, if there's space, give me room to breathe
that's all that i need for this body can't fail
and if music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it
let it all out, please let me out of here
and i shall rise from the ashes
grow like a rose from the ruins
there must be light in the darkness
hope at the end of the night
yes, i've been tryin' all my life to get to heaven
but awoke in the eye of the storm
but i shall rise from the ashes, grow from the ruins and return
back home
this is a call from the gaols coming up to the prisoners of pleasure
drunk on the blood of the next generations
and i've been through many strange confusions, splitting myself into to many faces
now the mirror is broken, i can see the worms behind
you may well have your ways of triumph, you may well have your ways of truth
just gimme some room to breathe, that's all that i need
me and my strange friends
we all belong to the grand astral body
(take my hand and i take you out of here)
and there's you behind those legendary curtains
take my hand before you wither in the crowd
and i take you out of here
this is the end of the show, i don't know was i wrong was i right
oh love, i don't know, i wasn't perfect for sure
but now i feel like a new born baby, lying in the dew of the morning
laughing at the sky like a brave new apolloWords: Sade Adu
Music: Sade Adu and Andrew Hale, Stuart Matthewman
Clean heart
Clean and sharp
Clean dream
Bad start
He loved his brother and his sister
Luke and Tony called him Mister
They made him feel much more
Like a man
He loved his daddy though he never told him
And how he loved his mother
He loved
He loved her like an Italian
Little Janet said you look so fine
So fine
Something in his smile
Made them feel like strangers
And then he straightened his belt
With a lover's touch
And he said I'm gonna bring home
The things that are out of your clutch
Seemed like the hottest night in summer
A heat that makes you feel like dying
Somewhere in the next block
There was a baby crying
Finger on the trigger for the years to come
And as the moon slid up over the restless streets
Sirens mocking and people stop to see
Their greedy eyes don't realise
He's someone's son
Finger on the trigger for the years to come
Finger on the trigger for the years to come