Tribe - Babble

Icicle on the edge of the sky

I reach out slowly just like I was blind

And I hear voices that howl on a freak of night

Then I see myself shattered in your eye

What could it be?

(Ay, ay-ay, ay) You’re one of my tribe

(Ay, ay-ay, ay) You were born to be mine

'Cause you’re one of my tribe

Captured in the shadow and crawling in the dark

It’s gonna be a cruel year, it’s gonna take me to the heart

And, hell, no wonder you’re out there, so won’t you come on in?

And all doors are open, need to slide inside your skin

What could it be?

(Ay, ay-ay, ay) Oh you’re one of my tribe

(Ay, ay-ay, ay) You were born to be mine

You’re one of my tribe

(Oh eh-oh eh-oh)

I have this dream here, I have this desire

To lay right down with you on a funeral pyre

I wake up crying, I wake up alone

Oh come on, come on, I’ve come to take you home

What could it be?

Oh

(Ay, ay-ay, ay) Oh, you’re one of my tribe

(Ay, ay-ay, ay) You were one of my kind;

oh

(Ay, ay-ay, ay) You’re one of my tribe

(Ay, ay-ay, ay) You were born to be mine

You’re one of my tribe

(Ay ay, ay-ay-ay) (Ay ay, ay-ay-ay)

(Ay ay, ay-ay-ay) (Ay ay, ay-ay-ay)

(Ay ay, ay-ay-ay) (Ay ay, ay-ay-ay)

(Ay ay, ay-ay-ay…Ay ay, ay-ay-ay)