Skylark The Human Race is runnin' over me I punch a clock at 9 and 5 Just tryin' to make a livin' A plastic face on satellite TV Says, "Life is filled
babies die (Chorus) I tell you, we can touch the world When we meet them all at their need We can touch them where they are help them to believe, touch the world
Ian Prince I took this long to find you Now I do nothing buth think about you And though I feel this way You're telling me it's wrong It's more than
Maurice White, Wayne Vaughn & Wanda Vaughn Not to say that I'm a matchmaker But when it comes to you You met your match You're inclined to leave me
R. Nevil & M. Mueller Can't imagine how the world would be If I'd never met you Don't know how I'd get through When I need a place to hide away I'
the streets Bumpin' R and B And I got to leave On the 23's And I do it When my earth and the wind smoke a fire Let me get your sheets wet listening
my heart And a feeling just for you Oh, it's time that we show just what one means, to the other take my hand, and you'll know We got a whole world to
's another dream come true For me and you Cause in the dark, you shined your light on me Straight from the heart, touching my desire, Fill my heart with fire
don't have to wait It's getting late Let's touch, touch We can steal the night I need your touch, touch In the morning light Why don't we touch, touch
&B and I got to leave something to the 23's? And I do it (Well, well, well, well, well) When my earth and the wind smoke a fire Let me when get your sheets
hive, dual processor with the G5 There's not a tape or disco break, I can't revive In this high tech world of fire wire and microchip We still keep the
dippin' through the streets Bumpin' R&B and I got to leave on the 23's and I do it When my earth and the wind smoke a fire Let me get your sheets wet
And you can make the earth move You can take me with no struggle Lead me through your mystical dreams Show me what you are And we can make the wind blow
here on my own, I watch it ebb and flow. Here with the fire burning low, In the honey mist that breathes Crooked maple fingers trembling all around I feel the winds
here on my own, I watch it ebb and flow Here with the fire burning low in the honey mist that breathes Crooked maple fingers trembling all around I feel the winds
and sign Goodbye to us all in the white room In the eyewhite, skullwhite room In the bed, Amongst the dead: Santa Rita, ora pro nobis I looked at you And touched the earth
to ash cities crumble none shall pass Trembling earth starts the trend now the final days end Ragnarok we will see ragnarok this will be Touch of ice
behind casualties Fire a shot wit low-pressure water gun play Instantly slap your fire like it's Palm Sunday I fashion the first jewel from the elements, the earth