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Arc Of A Diver Lyrics By Steve Winwood

    she bathes me in sweetness
    i cannot reveal
    for sharing dreams
    i need my woman

    this humble expression
    meagerly dressed
    my eyes so mean
    it has no meaning

    but jealous night and
    all her secret chords
    i must be deaf on the telephone
    i need my love to translate

    i play the piano
    no more running honey
    this time to the sky
    i’ll sing if clouds don’t hear me

    to the sun i’ll cry
    and even if i’m blinded
    i’ll try moon gazer
    because with you i’m stronger
    i’m stronger i’m stronger

    arc of a diver
    effortlessly
    my mind in sky
    and when i wake up

    daytime and nighttime
    i feel you near
    warm water breathing
    she helps me here

    but jealous night and
    all her secret chords
    i must be deaf on the telephone
    i need my love to translate

    this time to the sky
    i’ll sing if clouds don’t hear me

    to the sun i’ll cry
    and even if i’m blinded
    i’ll try moon gazer
    because with you i’m stronger

    but jealous night and
    all her secret chords
    i must be deaf on the telephone
    i need my love to translate

    this time to the sky
    i’ll sing if clouds don’t hear me

    to the sun i’ll cry
    and even if i’m blinded
    i’ll try moon gazer
    because with you i’m stronger

    doo doo doo doo
    doo doo doo doo
    doo doo doo doo
    doo doo doo doo

    lean streaky music
    spawned on the streets
    i hear it but with you
    i had to go

    ’cause my rock ‘n’ roll
    is putting on weight
    and the beat it goes on

    arc of a diver
    effortlessly
    my mind in sky
    and when i wake up

    daytime and nighttime
    i feel you near
    warm water breathing
    she helps me here

    but jealous night and
    all her secret chords
    i must be deaf on the telephone
    i need my love to translate

    with you my love
    we’re going to raid the future
    with you my love
    we’re going to stick up the past

    we’ll hold today to ransom
    ’til our quartz clock stop
    until yesterday
    whoa until yesterday
    until yesterday
    ’til our quartz clock stop

    Artist: Steve Winwood

    Year: 1981

    Decade: 80s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 202