BABY OH BABY

Words and Music by Shimeon

So you speak to me of love and the scent of the trees

It sounds like a cry that remains to be seen

Like the dust from the past or the dust of your soul, that moves so mysteriously

So who is like me in a sense of the word

Like a firefly that flies through the sky like a bird

A moment of truth, a moment of lies, that moves so mysteriously

So speak of yourself like the spit in the rain

Like the flower that grows with the dead that remain

Like the breeze of the dust and the chemical rain, that moves around your soul

You speak of the wind like you can hold it in your hat

Well, you can catch a tree that falls down to the ground

But it remains to be seen if you can catch the voice that remains in your mind

Baby, Oh baby, where do you go when the night grows cold

Baby, oh baby, where do you go in the night?

For who is like me when you sit down and watch?

When you move like the breeze that so often it does

You’ll never know what you do to me or what I do to you

For who is like me in a sense of the word

Just a mimical voice that’s never been heard

Like a man in a house who’s been left to remain in a dream

I recognise a scene from the parable of man

It’s just a twisted lie that I can do without

Like the mind of a child who sees through his lying eyes

You know the Bible never says that Mary Magdeline was a prostitute

Words can be twisted, you can make em out to mean what you want em to

All men are liars and I can see through your lying eyes

Baby, Oh baby, where do you go when the night grows cold

Baby, oh baby, where do you go in the night

Life is a stream from the land of the sea

That’s been left to remain so mysteriously

Like The voice from the sky, like the lost souls that cry in the rain

It catches the flame that once lived in my soul

Like a city that schemes to win back what he owns

It’s a dream that came true, a flame that stands on it’s own

So who is like me, ‘Oh wretched man that I am’

There’s no goodness in me, I’m a thief and liar and a crooked man

I’ve spoke to the man from Galilee and He’s shown me that all men are like grass that withers away

So what will be here when your life has gone cold

When your body decays like a mind that’s grown old

All that remains is the good that you do while your here

Baby, Oh baby, where do you go when the night grows cold

Baby, oh baby, where do you go in the night

Copyright ©2008 Shimeon Music