Abra Moore Sing
I wanna sing
Sing to your eyes where they once held windows
When you're lookin' at me
I wanna hear
Hear all the sounds and the cracks in your voice
When you speak to me.
Look at my eyes and my nose and my fingertips
I'm lookin' so much like you.
Look at the way that I switch my walk, mama
I'm walkin' like you used to do.
What about tomorrow?
You won't be there to watch me bleed.
What about all the yesterdays
And all the times that I was hoping that you'd come back to me.
Mama sing
Sing to me
I know you're out there
What about tomorrow?
You won't be there so I can make you proud.
What about all the yesterdays
And all the times I was hoping that you could sing out loud
Sing with me
What is this pain in here mama, did you feel it, too
At such a tender age of twenty-four
A wanna sing to you
