fly Shoulder to shoulder, rejoicing her might Ages to come to sing this song Chorus Nothing can take it from me We are the sons of the sea Tossing above
of the sea Sun sets slowly and night returns once more Standing by the surf coasting on the shore Shadows in the night echoes of the sea inside me Lonely
moments hardly seen forgotten Colored in pastures of chance Dancing leaves cast spells of challenge Amused but real in thought We fled from the sea
in moments hardly seen forgotten, Coloured in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge, Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea
We can reach the sea. They won't follow me. Shadows, they fear the sun. We'll make it if we run! Run from the memory. Je nage, mais les sons me suivent
see. Like a river of fire, or a lake of gold, heats my desire when I get cold. Oh, cut the cord of love's reward. The seven sisters and the seven sons
Once there was an old ocean Where anyone who saw it Grew old with the sea So we were terrified of water And of all the sons and daughters No one dared
And I don't remember hearin' how Moses reacted When the innocent first born sons lay dead Well, I guess God was a lot more demonstrative back When he flamboyantly parted the sea
falling You promised me a new day, a dawning Well, nothing here looks new to me But a score of mothers sons Caught 'tween the devil and the deep blue sea
horizon is the possiblity that some bug from out of africa might come for you and me destroying everything in it's path from sea to shining sea like
action ways to make it happen, to days to get the jack-son once the weight comes, I'm outta state triple sums count my funds, I got guns that cripple sons
the sons of man Who try to lead with their guns in hand Understand God's the one that command... Pre-chorus (David Byrne) Did we climb out of the sea
'm here tonight thinkin' I was there There's high winds on the pier tonight, my soul departs from me Striding like Thalia's Ghost south on the murky sea
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor And the sons of pullman porters and the sons of engineers Ride their
that we coming then we hold up the block scorn niggaz like their mothers then we wet up their socks red dye, escaping on the red eye ,sea shores then
til the flag of freedom files overhead Till the evil-hearted tyranny is dead And the colour of the battlefield is red From east where the mountains meet the sea
Serve God love me and men This is not the end Live unbruised we are friends And I'm sorry I'm sorry Sigh no more, no more One foot in sea, one on shore
people agree Some say the world is full of fools Fools will always agree Such a cool cool time, running up the river It's a cool cool time, to be running down to the sea
