Lyrics: Elliott Skinner/Samuel Ogoe Jr.
Music: Elliott Skinner/Samuel Ogoe Jr.
There is a version of time
I’m far up on a mountain top somewhere
With a family of 9
And the cares that we share are what keep us
in the night
And every wrong that I write
There’s allusive sighting rooted in my vibe
And every song that I sing
There’s a care in the wear that keeps us radicalized
I know they may call my name
But you won’t sing the same dirge
Rhythm in my bones
Where there is no worry
I linger on
Whistling love after disaster
Cold to the tongue
Running through the walls of laughter
Questions arise
Will I ever be enough in time
Answer in kind
Yours could always be a sign
Led to the fire
You are a spire in my life
I’m so inspired
Keep coming back, quickly there after
Question the lie
Will my medley be enough this time
Answer in mind
Hand is on my heart every time
All in love
Whether is all or one of us
One of us
Whether we use or abuse our trust
Use of trust
Life and dust
There’s a care in the keep
There’s wear in what keeps us
There’s a tear in my seems
There’s a bear on my shoulder
I know they may call my name
But you won’t sing the same dirge
Rhythm in my bones
Where there is no worry
Rhythm in my bones
Where there is no worry