Take us back, oh, take us back Oh, take us, take us back The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snow mount flows It is there, my dear, where we will begin again Skipping stones,

Releasing souls An invitation to clairvoyance It's hard to stand around and watch while they ignore us She is dumped on Used as an ashtray At the expense of an organized association I see the stones in the path we laid It's a question of tomorrow We like

I quietly observe standing in my space Daydreaming Well I'm floating on air when I'm daydreaming Way that we say 'em in style that we write 'em in Massive attack we keep it strong just like a vitamin Going for the positive wiping out the negative songs

M'Lady, M'Lady Give her some time (time, time) A smile of pleasure, Beautiful and kind A pretty face, a pretty face Oh what a gorgeous mind Sees me when I, hey, Give her some attention Just thought I'd mention that

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. Said, "It's all right, take

Ain't it baby, ain't it Can it baby, can it Wish we could do it over Damn it baby, damn it Rips ya like a dagger, It's over when its over We had it in the air, we just couldn't land it Its the first snap, of the last straw, Where regrets outlast the

World Star before rap, you already know that So Fresh Prince, they are about to bring the show back Listening to Kilo, weekend cost a kilo Hair so long, I'm about to bring the fro back Phone call gotta say Moshi Moshi Girlfriend actin' all washy washy

When was the last time you did something for the first time? Maybe something new is what you're needing Like a real life, let your hair down, feel alive You say you never danced to a dashboard singin' R.E.M. under summer stars Never leaned back on a jet

A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind Life's too short to be hanging around She's getting out while the getting's good Driving on that two lane road hoping she might find She's eighteen and it's time she got out of the wood Living

I used to make a living, man Baby, baby, make me a loco PT-boat on the way to Havana Pickin' the banana. Now I'm a guide for the CIA Hooray for the USA! Baby, baby, make me a mambo. Sent to spy on a Cuban talent show First stop, Havana au go-go