Across the Water - Neneh Cherry

To the fickle let it drop, we have the power to sustain

Like the motor needs the food to bring real power to our brain

Now we bought it back, so let me make it plain

Since our mother’s gone, it always seems to rain

And the booze and the friends and the party never ends

No excuse for behavior that no one can defend

We reflect in the quiet, times inside our heads

And get thanks for our children tucked up sweetly in their beds

Inside their heads

Trickling water dripping down

Slow like some rivers, without a sound

Passed many times since you were at my side

I’m still here, but I keep you deep inside

With my hands across the water, with my two feet in the sea

My fear is for my daughters But will God wash over me?

Take our lambs off to the slaughter, take their lives so perfectly

Like your bricks are filled with mortar, cast your wisdom to the brede

Cracks and falt lines, New York City talks to me

Slow like some re-runs on our mother’s T. V

New York City

She speaks to me in tongues

Keeps me to her breast, pumps air into my lungs