| 歌曲 | I Want You |
| 歌手 | The Blessing |
| 专辑 | Prince of the Deep Water |
| I want you like thunder in the trees on the switch blade | |
| Of my blue grass memory | |
| I’m a big sky, I’m a helicopter flying by over jungles | |
| And Amazons who bend to tie | |
| Take positions I’ve known them hard enough to clarify for | |
| Munitions and their sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
| On a white hill the scented soldiers come and go | |
| To the wing-whipped language on the radio | |
| I’m a dark cloud I’m circling on your soul tonight | |
| And I need you baby I’m going crazy in my cell tonight | |
| Take your positions baby I’ve loved you hard enough to | |
| Satisfy for munitions and slaves and baby our sliding | |
| Scopes and seeing eyes | |
| It’s a theatre of war and every player drops his line | |
| I’m the break horse and I’m stomping to the bar in time | |
| You can’t leave me behind | |
| I’ve loved you hard enough to satisfy | |
| Out of sights is out of mind | |
| For sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
| It’s a theatre of war | |
| It’s a cold word a hundred blue beneath the sea | |
| You’re the sunlight down here baby | |
| You’re the breeze to answer sailor’s dreams | |
| Lying at anchor the world in all her feelings sway | |
| Bent in penance | |
| A supplicant on judgement day | |
| You can’t leave me behind | |
| I’ve loved you hard enough to satisfy | |
| Out of sights is out of mind | |
| For sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
| It’s a cold war my baby and every player drops his line | |
| I’m the break horse and I’m stomping down the funky line | |
| And I want you like thunder in the trees | |
| And I want you down on my bended knees |
| I want you like thunder in the trees on the switch blade | |
| Of my blue grass memory | |
| I' m a big sky, I' m a helicopter flying by over jungles | |
| And Amazons who bend to tie | |
| Take positions I' ve known them hard enough to clarify for | |
| Munitions and their sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
| On a white hill the scented soldiers come and go | |
| To the wingwhipped language on the radio | |
| I' m a dark cloud I' m circling on your soul tonight | |
| And I need you baby I' m going crazy in my cell tonight | |
| Take your positions baby I' ve loved you hard enough to | |
| Satisfy for munitions and slaves and baby our sliding | |
| Scopes and seeing eyes | |
| It' s a theatre of war and every player drops his line | |
| I' m the break horse and I' m stomping to the bar in time | |
| You can' t leave me behind | |
| I' ve loved you hard enough to satisfy | |
| Out of sights is out of mind | |
| For sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
| It' s a theatre of war | |
| It' s a cold word a hundred blue beneath the sea | |
| You' re the sunlight down here baby | |
| You' re the breeze to answer sailor' s dreams | |
| Lying at anchor the world in all her feelings sway | |
| Bent in penance | |
| A supplicant on judgement day | |
| You can' t leave me behind | |
| I' ve loved you hard enough to satisfy | |
| Out of sights is out of mind | |
| For sliding scopes and seeing eyes | |
| It' s a cold war my baby and every player drops his line | |
| I' m the break horse and I' m stomping down the funky line | |
| And I want you like thunder in the trees | |
| And I want you down on my bended knees |