Jazz Ordinaire

When it comes, they slip its jug and pours By the way, the carnal rain, of course [Incomprehensible] one talk to document its travel Drip, drip, drop and then around again How strange, it's getting harder For water to clean us off Don't you squint to see to watch my hand move Move up your arm and past your fuming eyes You're not in tears, at least I think you could be Trading years I tried to camouflage How strange we're dancing harder As water tames off the town To me you'll be a legendary, truth, truth, truth, truth To me you'll be a legendary, truth, truth, truth, truth To me you'll be a legendary, truth, truth, truth, truth Breathing in all the past skin made by the wars --- Jazz Ordinaire - The Most Serene Republic