Tim Young - Dead Editors lyrics

[Verse 1: Roots Manuva] Conveying my My swaying tie Conveying my That's way inside Tapestry I see tapestry I see tapestry Cooling tapestry Flashing light years Flashing light years What would it take to get back to the blackness Up there out there Wanna gonna be like stars Constellations in installations of my fixation of so sensational oh What would it take to know With a viewing of the night sky Taking a peep at the history Messages in the mystery Further to what the eye may see Eye to eye with these reasonings More to gain from than leaving in But on the low now we leave it in Washing away that dependency Who the wheres and the why for A cause to live or to die for We all search for some kind of truth Hurt will make it inclined to be Type or type for self righteous Cool and pure with no hype just Black before and behind us Nature might remind us Fear for fear but where time lives Secretly with those eyelids All for one with one iris Black before and behind us Nature might remind us Fear for fear but where time lives Secretly with those eyelids All for one with one iris [Verse 2: Roots Manuva] Flashing light years Flashing light years Flashing right here Flashing light years Numb to the point these timelines Knowing that the time lies Before and ahead of us Lose your head then head it up Just now we get perspective Deep love for the unexpected That special request is Made for the soul investments The bank of all these fortunes That just can't be exhausted Those infinite resources We just don't need to force it The work is where the force is The transport for sport is Amongst and beyond it The seekers and the finders Sure as d**h can find us One inside the tapestry Flashing light years Flashing light years Flashing right hear