If we can sing with the wind song Chant with thunder Play upon the lightning Waves can't break without rocks that dissolve into sand We can't dance without seasons upon which to stand Eden is a state of rhythm like the sea Is a timeless change Turn your

Then it's just a sad song that's too sad to sing I don't know how to write you a song That says, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong I can't find the words that don't make it cheap It's right on the verge and just out of reach It must be a sad song with a blue

Black tambourine Black hearts in effigy We sing a song that was hated All dressed in rag and bones Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleeding I know there's something wrong Might take a fire to kill it Might take a hurricane

It's only lies that I'm living It's only tears that I'm crying It's only you that I'm losing Guess I'm doing fine There's a blue bird at my window I can't hear the songs he sings All the jewels in heaven They don't look the same to me I just wade the

Yo, this my club song this my club song You can't help of the way that flow When he leave the club ladies be like, "did you see which way did he go?" That will wraps a coop out from a radio though When my single drop I'ma charge 80 a show If you droppin'

You've gone and stole my heart and made it your own You've stole my heart and made it your own Hey little girl you might not know this song This is not the kind of song that you can sing along to Hey little girl Maybe some day Least that's what all the

She may be the face I can't forget, A trace of pleasure or regret, May be my treasure or The price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day.

Sing us a song of the century That's louder than bombs And eternity The era of static and contraband That's leading us into the promised land Tell us a story that's by candlelight Waging a war and losing the fight They're playing the song of the century

Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother She's sleeping here right by my side And in her right hand a silver dagger She says that I can't be your bride "All men are false", says my mother "They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies The very next evening,

Hey, hey, hey I turned up the radio But I can't hear it The world is collapsing Around our ears I could tell that you had been crying, crying I've everything to hide (everything to hide) Hey, I can't find nothing on the radio Ah, yo turn to that station