CHRIS CORNELL - Reach Down lyrics

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I had a dream the other night<br>You were in a bar in the corner on a chair<br>Wearing a long white leather coat<br>Purple glasses and glitter in your hair<br>And you said hey this is where I'm gonna sit<br>And buy you a drink someday<br>You were going to the dog shows<br>But you kinda lost your way<br>You say now I got all this room<br><br>And no money to decorate it, so some<br>Local customer put me in touch with the man<br>Upstairs, he said little man<br>You got no business gettin' frustrated, you gotta rest<br>You gotta rest you gotta reach down<br><br>And pick the crowd up<br>Carry back in your hands<br>To the promised land<br><br>Now I had some angel shine my wings, she said<br>Nothin' but the best for the golden boy<br>She made me promise not to tell I had her under<br>A spell singing golden words in a broken voice<br>And I caught some blessing on the wind<br>I'm feeling lighter than a whisper from a dove<br>I've got no hands to tie behind my back<br>And I'm sparking like a heart attack,<br>Now I've got room to spread my wings<br>And my messages of love, yes love was my drug,<br>But that's not what I died of,<br>So don't think of me crying louder<br>Than some billion dollar baby cause I gotta rest I gotta rest I gotta<br><br>Reach down and pick the<br>Crowd up, carry back in my hand to the promised land