Talking by the pool of light, language from America.. She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd. They are not a melting pot, say no, say no tapestry.
Did you ever see the sun rise up. Above this blackened hole. Did you ever feel that what you want's. Not under your control. Ever think that how you feel.
Love gives me poetry. Stays up all night and puts a curse on me. Oh anything you want. Turn around and I'll take you there. I know it's going to be. Take your shackles off o' me.