| Lyrics: | Have you ever wondered much at all
About your behaviour,
Or worried about the role you
play,
Grey against the scenery ?
Black cloud calls by,
Black cloud, blue sky
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Black birds, your words,
Too dark to fly.
When reason starts to fade and fall
away
I want to take a gun to you.
Rain another day...
While we move as
angels,
Gather up your blues and clear the way.
I hate the games you play
While
we're touched by jesus,
Gather up your blues
And get out of the way.
Sand invades your shoes like a desert
It's nothing to die about.
And our heels are
high enough
To crush the lizard
Take 'em off and shake it out.
The
sting in the tail
Is destined to fail
Our skin, takes in no poison.
"so the next time you're out stumbling across
My little piece of sky, and we know
we're
In a state of grace and we know we're in
A state of mind; and we know we're
part
Of the state of art and all we really want
To be, is free... you've got to
receive, you've
Got to receive what the spirit says... you've
Got to believe what the
spirit says...
And she says..."
Rain another day
While we move as
angels
Gather up your views and clear the way
I hate the games you play.
While
we're touched by jesus
Gather up your blues and get out of the way |
