Текст (слова) песни: Faithless - Bring My Family Back

Beg you listen me, dont be kissin me til Im done
unsung champion, a reason like seasoning ah
pepper your thoughts with spice,
and entice you to a space where I dwell with bass players and layers are loops
think what I think with my prayers its nice
my world is everything Ive become
contained in the hum between voice and drum
Im coming from the same place Im a still running from
but even sitting in the garden one can still get stung

Im on lonely street age nearly three
Recently Mamas crying all the time
is it because of me or my younger sister,
even Dad was weeping when he kissed her.
Face all puffy like a blister,
crying like he missed her.
Since we moved away from the house,
where we used to play.
They say Ill understand one day but I doubt it,
Mama never say nothing about it.
Howd it get to be so crowded.
I found it a strain, everywhere I look I see pain.
And I cant escape the feeling,
maybe Im to blame. So I strain to listen,
Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing.
This feels like extradition or exile,
Mama finds it hard to smile
So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style.
She says child Im working so theres nothing you lack.
But she know I want my Dad I want my family back.

Im on Lonely Street, age forty three.
Couldnt gauge when to quit so my wife quit me.
Took offense, took the kids,
I wish that was the end.
But before she took her leave
she took care of my best friend.
Working all the hours.
God send was not the tactic
You see, because after ten years Im left with jack shit
Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late.
Bad sex, my womans vex, even if I stay awake.
And if Im honest, I had a little cake at the office.
I was eating. Wed do our cheating over coffees,
making tea for the bosses.
Making free with me,
and I agree I got sleazy too easily.
But Im forty three,
this doesnt usually happen to me.
Now Im lonely,
I wonder what my sons doing today.
Suddenly Im blinking like the screen
on my computer display.
And Im drinking.
Concerned about whats down the track
if I dont get my family back.

I want my family back

Im on Lonely Street, number fifty three.
Boarded up property,
Ill probably get pulled down.
Litter all around inside theres
no sound and no light.
But yo it gets busy at night, People creeping.
Derelicts sneaking to fix. Speaking.
On the way my timbers creaking,
Roof leaking. And bricks coming loose,
knee high in refuse.
But even though Im a slum,
Im still of some use.
There was a time when my walls where decorated.
And under my roof children where educated.
But now paints faded, windows are all smashed,
a crash in the economy robbed me of my family.
And no strategy, combats negative equity,
so thats it. Like violence its drastic.
Im freaking, and seeking to be
more than just a house for crack.
Somebody bring my family back. 
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Angeline
Baseball Cap
Bluegrass
Bombs
Bring My Family Back
Drifting Away
Everything Will Be Alright Tomorrow
Flowerstand Man
God Is A DJ
Hem Of His Garment
Hour Of Need
I Want More Part 1
I Want More Part 2
Insomnia
Insomnia 2005 (Radio Edit)
Introduction
Love Lives On My Street
Miss You Less, See You More
No Roots
Postcards
Reverence
Salva Mea
Sweep
Swingers
Take The Long Way Home
Tarantula
The Garden
What About Love
Why Go?