It was seven in the morning when the spark began to give The bath was spilling over my self pity spilling with it So I I fled the country To start it all again And I found myself in Paris in that cemetery rain
Dear Anna came to me and took me by the arm Showed me old disasters embedded in the palm Warned me of a lady with the sun behind her head It's a granite neck A singer who can never sing again But you my love
You must come Come to joy Turn your head to the sun It's down to you You can shine You can shake all that sorrow from your palm It's down to you If you dare to come to joy
What was it I ran from What burnt away inside Four hundred schoolboys and a lawyer at my side Always running with these legs going nowhere A ghost in the system and angel on the stairs But oh this time
I shall turn Turn my head to the sun They are marching out of me One by one Walking free Oh! It's going out of Oh! I can feel it moving This time I'm really moving Are you ready to come
Come to joy Turn your head to the sun It's down to you You can shine You can give it all It's all down to you Hold the key In your hands It's all in your hands
It's all in the palm of your hand It's all in the palm of your hand It's all in the palm of your hand It's all in the palm of your hand |
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