Something Exquisite

#1

I knew that I had come face to face
With a stranger, with someone
That I knew was crazier that you were

But, if you do not run the race
How will you know
If you do not run it
Then you cannot win it, ever
If you do not run the race
Then you cannot win it, ever
How will you know

The passenger takes the train
He cannot get off
The train keeps on for days
Well, it isn’t enough
It isn’t enough
It isn’t enough

If you do not run the race
Then you cannot win it, ever
How will you know
If you do not do it
If you do not run the race
How will you know
If you do not run it
Ahh…

And each time thinking
Will this be the one
Great eyes
Looking down
And, your ways
Well, I want to learn them
I want my life
To concern him
Still on the edge of
Something…exquisite…

Ooh…
No, ten minutes
Standing in the room with him
She feels a strange misgiving
If you do not run the race
Then you cannot win it
In the dim light of her rooms
She feels a strange misgiving
In the dim light of my room
I feel a strange….misgiving

Well…
I knew that I had come face to face
With a stranger
Someone who was crazier than I was

But if you do not run the race
How will you know
If you do not run it
Well, the passenger takes a train
And he cannot get off
(Races are run)

Ooh…
Ten minutes standing in the room with you
I felt a strange misgiving
Well, in the dim light of my room
Still on the edge of
Something exquisite
Sorrow
Brilliant is your colors, baby
Brilliant
(Brilliant is your something exquisite)
Exquisite
Sorrow
(Still on the edge of something exquisite)
I know the sound of the warning
On the wind
It’s a strange misgiving

 

#2 (4:12)

Well, I knew that I had come face to face
With a stranger, with someone
That I knew was crazier that you were, but

If you do not run the race
You cannot win it ever
If you do not run the race
How will you know
If you do not run the race
If you do not run the race
How can you know

The passenger takes a train
He cannot get off
And the train keeps on for days
Well, it isn’t enough
It isn’t enough
It isn’t enough

If you do not run the race
How will you know
If you could do it
Win it
If you do not run the race
How will you know
If you do not run the race
You cannot win it ever

Each time, thinking
Will this be the one
And your eyes
Your great eyes looking down
Your ways…
Well, I want to learn them
I want my life to concern him
Still on the edge of something, ooh, exquisite

Well, standing in the room
Ten minutes with him
I feel the strange misgiving
I hear a warning on the wind
In the dim light of her rooms
She sees a strange misgiving
In the dim light of my rooms
I sense a strange misgiving

Well, well
The passenger takes the train
But he cannot get off
And the train goes on for days
And each time thinking
Will this be the one
And your eyes looking down
Still on the edge of something…ooh, exquisite

Standing in the room
Oh, ten minutes looking
I sense a strange…misgiving
And each time thinking…thinking
Will this be the one
I sense a strange misgiving
Still on the edge of something, ooh, exquisite

Brilliant are your colors, baby
Exquisite
Still on the edge of something, ooh exquisite