Working Week - Solo (Live) Lyrics
Artist: Working Week
solo
the strongest feelings
run through lonelier hours,
falling from lost towers.
a sweeter truth turns on
the stranger of powers,
coming after hours.
he´s calling her name,
but she can´t hear a thing.
there is a voice inside,
so clear as it rings out:
trust it solo,
take it solo,
make it solo.
she lives a life
that is so hard to complete,
singing through the end,
a sun-burst child, caught
in a fragment of flame,
never played the game.
the drummer´s riding
and the saxophone´s soaring
rhythm candescent,
keeps on falling around her:
she swings it solo,
she feels it solo.
she´s stronger
than you´ve ever found,
she´s had enough
messing around.
she packs her bags
before she travels by night,
cat´s eyes give her sight.
she tells of strange fruit
on the water front.
lover come back to me.
she´s bathed in floodlight
on the stage of convention.
the public gaze
holds off the devils inside.
as she takes them solo
they feel it so slow.
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