Sunday, November 14, 2010

I want to fly...

Maybe she said she was going to tell/ She was going
Or maybe he knew she was going to tell/ She was going

The back, the back, the back/ I didn't know it was your back
Oh run away Genevieve/ Run through the woods/ Run there

Are you at home in bed?, aware?, scared?
It's so dark there/ I feel it in the air
The rage is still under the surface

I want to fly
Give me your pain
I'll take it away

My troubled people
Maybe she said she was going to tell/ She was going
Or maybe she knew she was going to die/ She was going

I want to fly
Give me your pain
I'll take it away

My troubled people
Oh give yourself over to the answers
Oh give yourself over to the medicine
Oh give yourself over to the answers
Oh give yourself over to the medicine

Genevieve, where was God?
Genevieve, where was....

I understand/ I understand
I move from the most innocent to the guiltiest
into another land........

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