Dalszövegek
Terence Trent D Arby Other

One man writes a book to explain the mysteries of time One man writes a verse exploring the sleek nuance of prime I do not yet know all the roads that

My love is like fine wine So I let her breathe we settle into silence With the greatest ease My love's like a chalice so I lick the bowl in quiet preparation

she'd love me 'Til after the day was done But I was wrong... She was cool like ice But she felt like fire Never thought I'd see her love expire But now

She juggles time with her hand in a sling Wears a coat of diapher that stings Strangles words for the laughter it brings She juggles space with a match

The knife's edge pierces Autumn And stabs the wind we fear But we must find ourselves Before we disappear By knowing when to move on We keep the peace

: One man writes a book to explain the mysteries of time One man writes a verse exploring the sleek nuance of prime I do not yet know all the roads that

: My love is like fine wine So I let her breathe we settle into silence With the greatest ease My love's like a chalice so I lick the bowl in quiet preparation

: Right Thing, Wrong Way Fellas, I want you to listen to me 'cause I know ya'll will know what I am talkin' bout here today... Now dig... Let me tell

: The knife's edge pierces Autumn And stabs the wind we fear But we must find ourselves Before we disappear By knowing when to move on We keep the peace