| I can feel the Earth begin to move | |
| I hear my needle hit the groove | |
| And spiral through another day | |
| I hear my song begin to say | |
| Kiss me where the sun don't shine | |
| The past was yours | |
| But the future's mine | |
| You're all out of time | |
| I don't feel too steady on my feet | |
| I feel hollow, I feel weak | |
| Passion fruits and holy prayer | |
| Fill my guts and ease my head | |
| Through the early morning sun | |
| I can see her here she comes | |
| She bangs the drums | |
| Have you seen her, have you heard? | |
| The way she plays there are no words | |
| To describe the way I feel | |
| How could it ever come to pass? | |
| She'll be the first, she'll be the last | |
| To describe the way I feel | |
| The way I feel | |
| Have you seen her, have you heard? | |
| The way she plays there are no words | |
| To describe the way I feel | |
| How could it ever come to pass? | |
| She'll be the first, she'll be the last | |
| To describe the way I feel | |
| The way I feel | |
| Have you seen her have you heard? | |
| The way she plays there are no words | |
| To describe the way I feel | |
| How could it ever come to pass? | |
| She'll be the first, she'll be the last | |
| To describe the way I feel | |
| The way I feel |