Paul McCartney ft. Guy Corneille Lyrics

I call you up, you're in the shower

All that water down the drain

Call the shots, keep the power

Hold the thoughts and beat the rain

Wash your face, holy water

For the dirt to fall away

I call you up, you're in the kitchen

All that fire up in flames

I wonder what is your religion

Who to fear and who to blame

Burn your bread, holy fire

For the dirt to keep at bay

And I wonder why

To multiply

In pace with all the rest

In a wicked way

I'd love to stay

In the place i know the best

I call you up, you're in the garden

All that soil on the ground

Who picks you up, who begs your pardon

Bothers you to come around

Bury deep, holy soil

It's the dirt that kills the sound

And I wonder why

To multiply

In pace with all the rest

In a wicked way

I'd love to stay

In the place i know the best

And I wonder when

I will understand

All the writings on the wall

On a wicked night

I'd like to hide

In the time before the fall

I call you up, you're at a party

All good spirits up in smoke

Who put on Paul McCartney

Can you laugh when life's a joke

Hold your breath, holy spirit