The Finer Things

Steve Winwood

Back In The High Life

While there is time, let's go out and feel everything
If you hold me, I will let you into my dream
For time is a river, rolling into nowhere
We must live while we can and we drink our cup of laughter

The finer things keep shining through
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel in me
The golden dance life could be

I've been sad and have walked bitter streets alone
And come morning, there's a good wind to blow me home
So time, be a river, rolling into nowhere
I will live while I can, I will have my ever after

The finer things keep shining through
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel, I feel in me
The golden dance life could be (the golden dance life could be)

Whoa
Keeps shining
Life would be better, life would be

If we go so fast, why don't we make it last
Life is glowing inside you and me
And please take my hand, I'm here where I stand
Won't you come out and dance with me

Come see with me
Whoa, come see

And we lovers try 'til they get the best of the night
And come morning, they are tangled up in the light
So time be a river rolling into nowhere
And they love while they can and they think about the night so sweet

The finer things keep shining through
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel in me
The golden dance life could be

The finer things keep shining through (whoa)
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel in me (oh my soul keeps shine)
The golden dance life could be (keeps shining)

The finer things keep shining through (whoa)
The way my soul gets lost in you (keeps shining, keeps shining)
The finer things I feel in me (the things I feel in me)
The golden dance life could be (the golden dance life could be)

Keeps shine, keeps shining
Aaah

The finer things keep shining through (oooh)
The way my soul gets lost in you
The finer things I feel in me
The golden dance life could be

Dancing, dancing
Dancing, whoa
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, life could be 

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