And I get caught up In the moonlight Reaching out for a rotten egg I don't wanna beg I hate to do this But you're a pain in the neck I thought you knew this You're handing me a canceled check You're so helpless

When you're reaching out, reaching out for me, yeah So when you reach for me, I'm glad I'm by your side And you're holding me, I'm alright, I'm alright I wanna hold you, I wanna touch you I wanna feel good and make you mine We're on our own Somehow we

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

Is this an over-reaching arm Or is this compassion? Is this a handout undeserved Or a just reparation? And like a single domino That falls while the rest stay vertical Will you fear these empty fairytales Or will you believe them? Come in, all of the cold

I've taken the breath out of everything they believe I've collapsed its lungs, calloused its heart Sucked the life out of this, for all of Sunday to see, for all of Sunday to see Preaching to the deaf and blind, no one sees my effort No one gets the

Oil on water They lie together, oh Someone's daughter And they lie upon her, oh So her fingers ran away with themselves 'Till everything was documented Our mind it was reaching out To put into words what their bodies had done It's a catalogue of modern

Fear - there's a way out Touch of red Nothing has it all Bury the place I've been I fear there's a way out Reaching depth of clarity I'm not supposed to be like this I should be on the top of the world

Searching out Reaching in Where I began With the sun in place There's a test of faith Streams of thought awaken New realities Singularities

When they try to take us down, This is, how we'll dance when, This is, how we'll stand when, When they burn our houses down, This is what we'll be oh glory! Reaching as I sink down into life. What a shame we all became, such fragile broken things, A