Bring My Family Back (paul Van Dyk Remix) Lyrics - Faithless

Beg you listen me, don't be kissin' me til I'm done 

unsung champion, a reason like seasoning ah 

pepper your thoughts with spice, 

and entice you to a space 

where I dwell with bass players and layers are loops 

think what I think with my prayers its nice 

my world is everything I've become 

contained in the hum between voice and drum 

I'm coming from the same place I'm a still running from 

but even sitting in the garden one can still get stung 

Related 

23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head 

Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs 

Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day 

I'm on Lonely Street age nearly three 

Recently Mama's cryin' all the time is it because of me? 

Or my younger sister? Even Dad was weeping when he kissed her 

Face all Puffy like a blister, cryin' like he missed her 

Since we moved away from the house where we use to play 

They say I'll understand one day, 

but I doubt it, Mama never say nothin' about it 

How'd it get to be so crowded I found it a strain, 

everywhere I look I see pain 

And I can't escape the feelin' maybe I'm to blame 

So I strain to listen, prayin' for a decision, wishing 

they were kissin' This feels like extradition 

or exile, Mama finds it hard to smile 

So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favourite style 

She says child I'm working so there's nothing you lack 

But she know I want my Dad, I want my family back 

Photos 

I'm on Lonely Street, age forty-three 

Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me 

Took offence, took the kids, I wish that was the end 

But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend 

Workin' all the hours God send was not the tactic 

Y'see cuz after ten years I'm left with jack tihs 

Wanted to make the cash quick so I used ta work real late 

Mad sex, My woman's vex even if I stay awake 

And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office 

I was eatin' We'd do our cheatin over coffees, 

makin' tea for the bosses makin free with me 

and I agree I got sleazy too easily 

But I'm forty-three, this doesn't usually happen to me 

Now I'm lonely, I wonder what my son's doing today 

Suddenly I'm blinkin' like the screen on my computer display 

and I'm drinkin' concerned about what's down the track 

if I don't get my family back 

I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty-three 

Boarded up properly, I'll probably get pulled down 

Litter all around inside there's no sound and no light 

But yo it gets busy at night, people creppin' 

Derelicts sneakin' to fix, speakin' 

On the way my timbers creaking', roof leakin' 

And bricks comin' loose, knee high in refuse 

But even though I'm a slum I'm still of some use 

There was a time when my walls were decorated 

And under my roof children were educated 

But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed 

A crash in the economy robbed me of my family 

And no strategy combats negative equity so that's it. 

Like violence it's drastic 

I'm freaking', and seekin' to be more than just a house of crack 

somebody bring my family back