Roots Music Report

Credits:

Lyrics

We’re all livin’ on the outside, but we’re born for inside, 
We’re all livin’ on the outside, but we’re born for inside, 
But no way there that I can see, 
But don’t you ask me how I know, 
Don’t you ask me how I know, but I just know, 
But don’t ya ask me how I know, 
Don’t you ask me how I know, 
But I just know.

Walk this world thinking of what will be, 
Well the fire of the great night, 
Someone walk with me, 
And from this day, 
And as the sea has voice, 
I say collective love can bear the strike, 
Collective love makes all dark bright, 
If we just care, 
Collective love can bear the strike, 
Collective love makes all dark bright, 
If we just care.

Well the fire in a man’s heart is the cutting room floor, 
So if he tells you what he feels, 
You’ve come upon so much more, 
And as you see the steel curtain fall, 
Fire the shot that touches his soul, 
Fire the shot he’s gotta be told, 
All life is in, 
Fire the shot that touches his soul, 
Fire the shot he’s gotta be told, 
All life is in,

And all that I can think of is what if, 
What was, will be, 
And all that I can think of is what if, 
What was, will be, 
Must be, 
We’ll see, 
Must be.