Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Arc Of A Diver, artist - Steve Winwood. Album song Chronicles, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 08.10.1987
Record label: Island
Song language: English
Arc Of A Diver |
She bathes me in sweetness |
I cannot reveal |
For sharing dreams |
I need my woman |
This humble expression |
Meagerly dressed |
My eyes so mean |
It has no meaning |
But jealous night and |
All her secret chords |
I must be deaf on the telephone |
I need my love to translate |
I play the piano |
No more running honey |
This time to the sky |
I’ll sing if clouds don’t hear me |
To the sun I’ll cry |
And even if I’m blinded |
I’ll try moon gazer |
Because with you I’m stronger |
I’m stronger, I’m stronger |
Arc of a diver |
Effortlessly |
My mind in sky |
And when I wake up |
Daytime and nighttime |
I feel you near |
Warm water breathing |
She helps me here |
But jealous night and |
All her secret chords |
I must be deaf on the telephone |
I need my love to translate |
This time to the sky |
I’ll sing if clouds don’t hear me |
To the sun I’ll cry |
And even if I’m blinded |
I’ll try moon gazer |
Because with you I’m stronger |
But jealous night and |
All her secret chords |
I must be deaf on the telephone |
I need my love to translate |
This time to the sky |
I’ll sing if clouds don’t hear me |
To the sun I’ll cry |
And even if I’m blinded |
I’ll try moon gazer |
Because with you I’m stronger |
Doo, doo, doo, doo |
Doo, doo, doo, doo |
Doo, doo, doo, doo |
Doo, doo, doo, doo |
Lean streaky music |
Spawned on the streets |
I hear it but with you |
I had to go |
'Cause my rock 'n' roll |
Is putting on weight |
And the beat it goes on |
Arc of a diver |
Effortlessly |
My mind in sky |
And when I wake up |
Daytime and nighttime |
I feel you near |
Warm water breathing |
She helps me here |
But jealous night and |
All her secret chords |
I must be deaf on the telephone |
I need my love to translate |
With you my love |
We’re going to raid the future |
With you my love |
We’re going to stick up the past |
We’ll hold today to ransom |
'Til our quartz clock stop |
Until yesterday |
Whoa, until yesterday |
Until yesterday |
'Til our quartz clock stop |