Вершы: Tracy Chapman. Telling Stories. Speak The Word.

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Unsettled hearts
Promise what they can't deliver
Bring me the wine
And the cold night air to clear my head
Gray matter memory house
Master of this trembling flesh
Steady still my doubts
Let me speak the word that precedes bliss
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word


Love love love love love love love love


Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word


Love love love love love love love love


Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word


Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word


These weakened knees
Have not touched ground or pew in ages
I haven't bowed my head
I offer thanks to any god or to ask for favors
But watch me now
I'm falling down
Praying
To speak the word that precedes bliss
To speak the word
To speak the word


Love love love love love love love love


Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word


Love love love love love love love love


Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word


Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word