Grace Jones - This Is

This is my voice My weapon of choice This is life This is life This is plate This is a cup This is a story I didn't make up This is a girl lost in the woods Some kind of wagon from some other 'hood This is a voice These are the hands This is technology Mixed with the band Are you going into the light Are you free of fear today When you lie down to sleep do you kind of float away This is life This is life Most of my crimes are of optimism 40 thousand volts of recognition They tried to strip me of dignity But I still have tenacity These are the words I didn't invent Only an attempt to say what I meant This is the paper This is the pen This is my weapon A means to an end Are you going into the desert You're out of control of your fate There are no warriors without a war So get ahead before it's too late This is life (ya'll) Lay down your spear Let go your fear Far becomes near Oh Lord This is life (hey!) This is the tree The Buddha slept under These are the clouds This is our thunder This is what makes me look up and wonder Into the eye of the wind Through the rain On to the plain This is what I'm focused on This is my head on straight This is the harness This is the bait This is me I'm flying again This is a lawyer Professional liar There, Taking Igniting the fire This is the key This is the door Imagine the view from the basement floor (Hey!) Now you're going into the desert You're out of control of your fate Are you a slave in a chain of command Serving up another man's head This is life Lay down your spear Let go your fear Far becomes near Look out This is life Are you going into the light Are you freeing your fear today When you lie down to sleep Do you kind of float away This is depression It comes when you're blocking This is expression It comes when your rocking This is life This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) This is (ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!) When you lie down to sleep Do you kind of float away (This is a plate, this is a cup, this is a story, this is a story I didn't make up) When you lie down to sleep Do you kind of float away (This is a plate, this is a cup, this is a story I didn't make up) This is the world still healing This is man that's feeling This is the world still turning This is the rage still burning This is the man not learning This is life