Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Few Words, artist - Archive. Album song Londinium, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: Island, Universal Music Operations
Song language: English
So Few Words |
| We are movin' round to the hour |
| Force from the power |
| Thunder reigns down in a mass mind shower |
| Levellin' vibes unravellin' scribes |
| Take a venomous sting that’s unsettlin' |
| But consequences awaits me around the corner |
| Reminiscent of my twistin' fate |
| All down to the fact it’s a hard life |
| Travel on with the sense of a telling adventure |
| So as I wait for the opportune time to create |
| Soul energy that will then enable me to realise |
| Analyse all aspect of man-made decision |
| The vision the many ways |
| Wrong turn right, right turn… left |
| Ain’t no way back straight ahead along track |
| Counteract react higher pace embrace |
| Expression when written on the face |
| Ya babblin' on flip automatic overide |
| So when pride gets swallowed |
| Check the events that follow |
| Interconnection bafflin' coincidence |
| All going hand in hand |
| They demand supply I deliver my peace |
| In what can be known as my only release |
| In the bellyfull beast tearin' up |
| And it’s a cryin' shame it remains the same |
| Turn the next page over |
| So few words |
| So few words |
| Then on straight down |
| Thru the valley I roam |
| Lay claim my terrain thru my artery vein |
| But first intuition state my incondition is the reason |
| Why you’ll never get my submission |
| True as I’m present in time |
| I’m headlin' for the future |
| Movin' with a haste from time to waste |
| Break loose from a goose chase |
| What I do I take feathers and fly in spiritual sky |
| Return to ground zero zero |
| Now for the intrepid hero |
| Non-sense there will be no |
| I overrun cos unless I’m in a situation |
| I can learn a lesson in |
| One specimen away say a line refine |
| Humanity race ever being like one of a kind |
| Now we can never rewind so press |
| Forward to the end |
| With the passionate fruit from mother nature |
| So few words |
| So few words |