Echoing death Echoing real Echoing dream Echoing drop Echoing stream Worn and dirty rivers find the sea Brutally routine
Love, let us dig new streams Love, let us live new streams Where water and word are clean
I got thirty voices in my head They've been telling me to quit while I'm ahead But I'm not ahead I'm digging, well, my blood's still red I'm digging for the streams beneath my bed Underneath my head
I'm headed down to New Orleans I'm headed down to New Orleans I'm headed down to chase these dreams I'm headed down to New Orleans
Come all, you worn out, burn out, sick and tired Come all, you fake, pretentious suit and ties Come with your filthy hands and your blackened eyes If you've been hurt by the birds and the bees of life If you've been hurt by the church of black and white Come unto me, find rest my burden's light
People, put your hands up, let me know you! People, put your hands up, let me know you! People, put your hands up, let me know you! People, put your hands up, let me know you! People, put your hands up, let me know you! People, put your hands up, let me know, let me know you!
Love, let us dig new streams Love, let us live new streams Where water and word are clean Love, let us dig new streamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
