Dead Editors - Massive Attack, Roots Manuva

Conveying my, my swaying tide

Conveying my, that swaying time

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 why for

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 with one iris

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