Abra Moore - Sweet Chariot - Sözleri

The rider rides with a clickety-click  And the timer stops for a second or two  You got your hands in your pockets, and you're lookin' ahead  You got no time, you draw the fine line   But look, see the juggler throws his sticks in the air  He's got them angels from below, they'll keep his time  He don't care   You can't hold on to it or keep pushing away  Ever true  Time isn't after you  Just sitting around in your wishing well  Paint a wish for you, paint a wish for me just the same   The poet throws her words in the air  She's got them angels from below, they'll keep her words  She don't care  Ever true   Speak to me in the way that you do  And I could be taken back to the days of that old jacket  Push me in your way, and you hold me down  You hold me, hold me, hold me  We don't care  I kinda like that.   The lightning pushes on through the air  We've got those angels from below, they'll keep our time   Ever true  You got no time  Time's tickin' away  You draw that fine line  Between you and me

														   

														   


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