Poems - Nearly God, Terry Hall, Martina Topley-Bird

I can vibe to anything

So I have to hide from everything

Everybody wants a piece of me

Rinse the origin and cease to be

Sit back and let it happen

Let us take your time away

I don’t understand you

I don’t want your time of day

If you’re gonna walk, might as well walk your way

Always walk the hallways

Forget the punk, I pack the funk

I’m gonna take a piece of you

Making money for good health

But first I learn to see myself

But first I learn to see myself

You promised me poems

You promised me poems

You promised me poems

I rue the day that I ever met you

And deeply regret you getting close to me

I cannot wait to deeply neglect you

Deeply forget you, Jesus believe me

You promised me poems

You might have been my reason for living

I gave up on giving, gave up everything

We were a right pair of believers

A couple of dreamers

So how come you hate me?

You promised me poems

You promised me poems

You promised me poems

Promised me poems

Dreamed of ringing voices

And contemplated choices

Taste like a rare kiss

To heighten my awareness

With all fairness, greatness with gratitude

And simply rhymes with attitude

Now do promotion and TV, and you still can’t see

We’re down the hill, cascade

And keep away the masquerade

Dreamed of ringing voices

And you promised me poems

You promised me poems

You promised me poems

You promised me poems

Once

Once

Once

Once