tracy chapman
speak the word
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 To 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