Besedila:
Iron Sea And The Rhythm

my sweat and fingertips Our hands they seek the end of afternoon My hands believe and move over you Tonight, we're the sea and the rhythm there the waves and

my sweat and fingertips Our hands they seek the end of afternoons My hands believe and move over you Tonight, we're the sea and the rhythm there The waves and

my sweat and fingertips Our hands they seek the end of afternoons My hands believe and move over you Tonight, we're the sea and the rhythm there The waves and

tie Lo and behold he was standing under the welcome sign Naked the Judas in me Fell by the tracks but he lifted me high Kissing my head like a brother and

crows shortly Morning through the open doorway All us servants beg the master Ain't no knowing what he's after In a year of fallen angels Broken hands and

s go out and see darling What shines tonight And temper your dream about the dying horse With traffic, noise, and light And somewhere the soft-handed boys, Bleeding hearts, and

to me And salt in my sweat and fingertips Our hands they seek the end Of afternoon My hands believe and move Over you Tonight we're the sea and the rhythm

and knoew of, cast round, You seekers of the truth accepting that reasons will relive And breath and hope and chase and love For you and you and you

to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick em and jig em we pick em and kick em Flippin them whip and I'm wing