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
|
|
-----------------
|
Sing
|
| Abra Moore |
