We've gotta make a move
Take a chance, while the night
In a crowd you came to me
Fell in love, well
Here comes the lovely Grace
Sweeping down the stairs with a
Big
Babe you try to sail the world on your own
Here she comes with a master plan
And I'm starting to
(Go
Go, Go, Go, Go, for the soul
Go
Go,
Some made of steel
Some made of glass
Some made to go
Where
Seven days away
Think I thought I heard you say
Where I
Sister my head of creation
On the last train leaving
I've never seen you shine so bright
Little black magic
Verse 1:
Staring at a photograph
Of where we used to be
When
Close your eyes, let the rhythm take you slowly through
You say it’s solid poetry
It’s what you want to see
Some
What a pretty thing to say
what a pretty thought to
You say time will set us free
we sure could