Anderson/Squire/Howe/White/Sherwood/Khoroshev
I can lift you with my heart
Give you meaning every day
Cannot live without your truth
And be the true me
To be the true you
Pick the flowers from your floor
Put them in your arms for you my love
Anderson/Squire/Howe/White/Sherwood/Khoroshev
On a beach
North Africa
Nine tribesmen stand alone
Waiting for a distant call
Waiting for the world to answer
Thru’ the night of a thousand stars
Encircled by the light
Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
Not a lot is missing
Every ounce of treasure found
And I believe that everyone should get what
Theyâre allowed
Suspected of belief that comes suspended
In a sound
Anderson/Squire/Howe/White/Sherwood/Khoroshev
I speak from some sort of protection of learning
Even tho’ I make it up as I go on
A special trait is that I’ve tried
To reach all feelings
So I speak a new language of love
Anderson/Squire/Howe/White/Sherwood/Khoroshev
Finally… We put it to the test
Dedicate to the true believer in you
Finally… Put it to the test
Finally
Make no mistake to the mainstream
Music be the master planner