Speak the Word - Tracy Chapman

Unsettled hearts

Promise what they can’t deliver

Bring me the wine

And the cold night air to clear my head

Gray matter memory house

Master of this trembling flesh

Steady still my doubts

Let me speak the word that precedes bliss

Let me speak the word

Let me speak the word

Love love love love love love love love

Let me speak the word

Let me speak the word

Love love love love love love love love

Let me speak the word

Let me speak the word

Let me speak the word

Let me speak the word

These weakened knees

Have not touched ground or pew in ages

I haven’t bowed my head

I offer thanks to any god or to ask for favors

But watch me now

I’m falling down

Praying

To speak the word that precedes bliss

To speak the word

To speak the word

Love love love love love love love love

Let me speak the word

Let me speak the word

Love love love love love love love love

Let me speak the word

Let me speak the word

Let me speak the word

Let me speak the word