Massive Attack — Dead Editors

[Intro: Roots Manuva] Conveying my My swaying tide Conveying my That swaying time [Verse 1: Roots Manuva] Tapestry I see tapestry I see tapestry Golden tapestry Flashing light years, flashing light years What would it take to get back to the blackness? Up there, out there When we gonna be like stars? Constellations in installations of my fixation of so sensational, oh What would it take to know? In the beauty 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 believing in Beyond the Lord, now we leave it in Watching you wave that dependency Who, the wheres, and the whyfor 'Cause to live or to die for We all search for some kind of truth Hurt will make it inclined to be Type the type for self righteous Cool and pure with no hype, just Black it before and behind us Nature might remind us Fear for fear but where time lives Secretly in those eyelids All for one with one iris Black it before and behind us Nature might remind us Fear for fear but where time lives Secretly in those eyelids All for one but one iris [Verse 2: Roots Manuva] Flashing light years Flashing light years Flashing right here Flashing light years Dancing upon 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 sole investments The bank upon these fortunes That just can't be exhausted Those infinite resources Where you just don't need to force it The work is where the force is The transport for sport lives Amongst and beyond it The seekers and the finders Sure as death can find us One inside the tapestry Flashing light years Flashing light years Flashing right here