6. Leaving
I turn my back
I check my back for a whisper
that might be laced
with a sweet memory of the two of you
wrapped in my roots
Now I am always leaving something behind with you
I'm leaving it with you
I cannot seem to complete a full three-sixty
I can't be made to trade in my Atari for this war
These seeds beneath New York streets have got so much history now
(We've got history)
Now I am always leaving something behind with you
I'm leaving it with you
So now I will turn this drug around on you
And now I'll turn my sweet love around on you
And now I'll turn my medicine around on you
Oh my God I'm coming around
Now I am always leaving something behind with you
I'm leaving it with you
I am always leaving it all behind with you
All Words and Music by Keyth Lawrence
Copyright 2003
Purple Balloon Publishing (ASCAP)