Rooted Songtext
von Ghost Funk Orchestra

Light of the child, mind of the innocent
Tide of the time, smile from the side
Carry the message, mind the signs of deception
Picture you falling for that gospel

Could it be that simple?
Could it be that clear?


Is there a visage tied to spine of deflection?
Fire that flies high from the light
Passionate vessel, mind the tides ′fore you capsize
While folks on the side are at the surprise

Is it me?
Is it me?
Is it me?
Is it me?
Is it me?
Is it me?
Is it me?
Is it me?