Reach Down — текст песни (Chris Cornell)

I had a dream the other night

You were in a bar in the corner on a chair

Wearing a long white leather coat

Purple glasses and glitter in your hair

And you said hey this is where Im gonna sit

And buy you a drink someday

You were going to the dog shows

But you kinda lost your way

You say now I got all this room



And no money to decorate it, so some

Local customer put me in touch with the man

Upstairs, he said little man

You got no business gettin frustrated, you gotta rest

You gotta rest you gotta reach down



And pick the crowd up

Carry back in your hands

To the promised land



Now I had some angel shine my wings, she said

Nothin but the best for the golden boy

She made me promise not to tell I had her under

A spell singing golden words in a broken voice

And I caught some blessing on the wind

Im feeling lighter than a whisper from a dove

Ive got no hands to tie behind my back

And Im sparking like a heart attack,

Now Ive got room to spread my wings

And my messages of love, yes love was my drug,

But thats not what I died of,

So dont think of me crying louder

Than some billion dollar baby cause I gotta rest I gotta rest I gotta



Reach down and pick the

Crowd up, carry back in my hand to the promised land