Two, five, one and then the fall to minor

Simple needs, big rewards

I wanna live and die for

By the encore

Sweep me gently round

Lift my soul to higher ground

When it's magic from our hands

We all know when it lands;

To the great, wow, wow!

And we've given our souls and our vows

Like addicts to a ****

We're bound to the moment

Or any where like that It comes in any shape or color

To a Brooklyn flat

Channeling from some divinity of sorts

Music

No big deal for a major rhymer

I wanna live and die for

By the encore

Sweep me gently round

Lift my soul to higher ground

So dim the lights and ...

Back in the black box

And I'm back riding hopes

All familiar, then a sudden turn

Heal and burn

Bitter sweet

I'm quitting this crazy scene.

My investment ends here,

What a worn idea

Music