alive Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh Lord, why don't we? Ebony, ivory living in perfect harmony Ebony, ivory
for me, Ivory Ivory How does it feel to be so high Ivory How long how long will it take for you to cry Ivory I'm in need Ivory I'll touch your
palace in heaven no life for eternity these medieval beliefs can't reign eternally? the men in power suffocating wills in a society conformed in their ivory
For every minute that goes by There's an unanswered question with no reasons why There's an eagle perchin' in a dying tree With one eye on you, with one
Your black ivory soul No one can take away from me What's inside my black ivory soul No one can take away from me What's inside my black ivory soul
Imanja oo, iemanja oooo Iemanja oooo, iemanja oooo Imanja oo, iemanja oooo Iemanja oooo, iemanja oooo Iye iye mandja aa, eyin nin iya gbogbo wa Edjade
Mieux vaut ne penser a rien, que de ne pas penser du tout Rien c'est deja, rien c'est deja beaucoup On ne se souvient de rien, et puisqu' on oublie tout
Tumba, tumba, tumba, tumba yo Tumba, tumba, tumba, tumba wa Tumba e tumba ea, tumba e tumba eo Tumba, tumba, tumba, tumba yo Tumba, tumba, tumba, tumba
Owa iya iye e a, owa iya iye e a Owa iya iye e a Owa iya iye e a, owa iya iye e a Owa iya iye e a Onikaloukou wa n'fe ri ominira Onikaloukou wa n'fe
so slow Climbing up te ivory stairs, never gonna get anywhere slipping on the first step, can't get a good grip climbing up the ivory stairs The kid on
What do you say, you're having doubts? Your candle's burned and long been out What do you say? What do you mean, you can't go on? You've had your love
No need to be here No card to clock in And I can swear somebody's watching where I go and where I've been Brother I can see Moses and all the things
Pull yourself together Before you set yourself apart Make every door you walk through A living work of art For Heaven?s Sake For heaven?s sake there
She checks her pulse, gotta know if her heart's still beating And the hospital's, not far if anything should happen here She's bored in a week, big
You disappear with all your good intentions And all I am is all I could not mention Like who will bring me flowers when it's over And who will give me
White lines that never fade Burn deep with everyday And I need to know You live here in a photograph No sound and no regrets And I need to know Heart
We're gonna run Til the past Has lost our trace We're gonna carry on Like a vagabond Still looking for his place We're gonna fly On a white wind Through
There's no use to play it down there's gonna be blood so let's do this once and be down for the record I wanna get this down in writing it's your hand
