I am a black man.
And you just might like to try.
A flat of fancy.
Like a brilliant.
Trust your man.
I am a passing scene.
And I can play the part of a bleeding heart.
The one you leave behind when you've had enough.
And the band from the man lets you into its arms.
Just fine, just fine.
I am a passing scene.
I am a passing scene.
We could run into the sun.
Like the lucky ones.
Who could stop us?
Or
is it now the moment when you say au revoir?
And tell me that it's closure?
I don't think you know
what you want.
Do you know what you want?
It might take a while before we find what fits.
And I have to think what kind of kid who can do that.
Oh mama, tell me what you need.
Let me know what it is.
I want to give it to ya.
I am
a passing scene.
And I can play the part of a bleeding heart.
The one you leave behind when you've had enough.
And too bad for the man who let you into his arms.
It was just a thing, just a thing.
I am a passing scene.
Let you in.
I am a passing scene.
I am a passing scene.
Let you in.
I am a passing scene.