Color Me Badd
Elizabeth Powell, Land of Talk
How long should anyone wait to be believed?
Lord knows that all this time was on me
You say we gave our hands too soon
But darling what made my life was you
Where did my body go?
Where did I leave it?
Where did I leave it?
She was your splitting light
She was your deafening
She was your dream
Get out of need
And slink past the ocean
Bother to breathe
And call it devotion
You say we gave our hands too soon
But darling what made my life was you
Where did my body go?
Where did I leave it?
Where did I leave it?
She was your splitting light
She was your deafening
She was your dream
