Testo Sweet Chariot - Abra Moore
Testo della canzone Sweet Chariot (Abra Moore), tratta dall'album Sing
Right arrives with a clickety click
And the timer stops for a second or two
You got your hands in your pockets and you're looking ahead
You got no time, you draw that fine line
But look, see the juggler
He throws his sticks through the air
He don't care
He's got them angels from below
They keep his time
Ever true, ooh
Hold on, I'm a-coming
Time's after you, you can't hold on to it
Or keep it pushing away
You're sitting around and you're wishing well
Paint a wish for me, paint a wish for you
All the same
And she's a poet
She throws her words in the air
She don't care
She's got the angels from below
They keep her time
Ever true, aha, ooh
Said hold on, I'm a-coming
Speak to me in a way that you know when I could be taken back
In the light of an old jacket
Push me in a way that I hold you down and you hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me tight, I kinda like that
See the lightning
It fishes on through the air
They don't care
We've got the angels from below
They'll keep our time
Ever true, aha
Time's slipping away, no time
Time's slipping away, you got no time, you draw a fine line
Said time's slipping away, you got no time
Between you and me, yeah
Said between you and me
Said the right arrives between you and me
Said the timer stops between
'Til the right arrives with a clickety click
Clickety click, clickety click, clickety click, clickety click
A tickety tock, tickety tick, tickety tick
Tickety tick, tickety tick, tickety tock
Tickety tickety tickety ticking away
Ooh, hoo, hoo
Hold on
Ooh, hoo
Ticking away, tickety tock
Ticking away
Credits
Writer(s): Abra Moore
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