Rpa & The United Nations Of Sound She Brings Me The Music
She Brings Me The Music
Just walk in the street, and what do I find
People walking in the wrong way
Grab something to eat, praying to her
Maybe some day, some way
She brings me the music, and I am slowly falling down
again
She brings me the music, and my feet won’t touch the
ground, oh again
Ah, logic can't prove it, and I don’t know where I am
bound
She brings me the music
And now I’m floating in her sound, and now I’m floating
in her sound
I love this town, but I’m flying home
You know I take a little on my way
Well boys, it’s been sweet
Love and death – we deal with our shit in our own ways
She brings me the music
And I am slowly falling in her grace
Man she don’t prove it
She just walks in a room, you just see her face
She brings me the music
And I am slowly falling down again
She don’t have to prove it
‘Cause I’m falling in her sound
And I am a-falling in her sound
And I’m a-falling, falling, oh baby
For you, falling, falling, oh baby
Just a calling you, calling you, oh baby
I’m a calling, calling you, oh yeah
Oh I’m a calling you, calling you, oh baby
I’m just calling you, calling you oh baby
I’m just calling you calling you, all night
I’m just a-calling, calling
Through the darkness, I’m a calling you calling you
Oh bring me home
I’m a calling you calling you, bring me home
I know I’m calling for you
Now bring me home
Take me home, take me home, take me home, take me home
Take me home, take me home, take me home, take me home
Take me home, take me home, take me home, take me home
Take me home, take me home
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah – oh yeah
