Greg Laswell She Tears It Out Of Me
She tears out all the ends
From her fancy fashion rides
And after all why not
When they're only trying to sell her wings
After all I say why not, when they're only getting in the way of things
And she wants to see
And I may change my mind from never landing
And I may change my tune of ever descending
And I may change the ending to never arriving again
To see where it had all been there
And she looks far away, too far ahead
And she is mourning things that are not dead
And after all why not
When they're only trying to take her wings
After all I say why not, when they're only getting in the way of things
And she wants to see
And I may change my mind from never landing
And I may change my tune of ever descending
And I may change the ending of never arriving again
To see where I am
And after all why not
When they're only trying to take her wings
And after all why not, when they're only getting in the way of things
And she wants to see...
And I just might change my mind for never landing
And I may change my tune of ever descending
And I may change the ending from never arriving again
From never arriving again
