Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin
Charlotte Martin
Ode to joy, my lover boy's speaking in tongues
And the sky's bleeding gray
Now I pull my bag o' prayers out
I hope to find one to save the day
And he judged my love, my lust
My taste with the straightest face
As I crumple up inside
A papier-mache, a shell with no name
Sweet chariot
Come, come, take me away from my fear
Sweet chariot
Come, I have to get out of here
And he took me further than I wanted to go
Underneath his shoe
And it leaves me hungry for a touch I can't feel
A touch he won't do
And I thought the circle, it had an end
I'm old enough to know
My denial is how we began and how we will end
And now that I know
Sweet chariot
Come, come, take me away from my fear
Sweet chariot
Come, I have to get out of here
Oh, the blood that's in my veins
So cold and frozen from the stings
Oh, he comes and goes in waves
Am I really here?
Sweet chariot
Come, come, take me away from my fear
Sweet chariot
Can we leave him a trail of my tears?
Sweet chariot
It's been, it's been the longest of years
Sweet chariot
Come, I have to get out of here
Sweet Chariot was written by Charlotte Martin.
Sweet Chariot was produced by Ken Andrews & Charlotte Martin.