Текст песни Bring It To Me - Jackie O Motherfucker

I threw myself to the sky
Past the line of memory
Where time bangs golden

Sometimes I find new places
Smells of apples and grass
Dressed in opals and rags

We spoke of dreams of flying
I can't tell you
How often I've cut myself
Loose to the spirits, I leave the dice
O-oh oh oh

My hands don't reach you
I remember what I have to do
In order to survive
In order to stay alive

You and your sisters do surround me
I sit in shame
Guard my secrecy

Your eyes pick up the wind
Make flocks of raven
Fly in formation
Fly information

Bring it to me
Bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it home to me