| Song | So Few Words |
| Artist | Archive |
| Album | So Few Words |
| 作曲 : Arab, Griffiths, John, Keeler | |
| So few words | |
| So few words | |
| We are movin round to the hour | |
| Force from the power | |
| Thunder reigns down in a mass mind shower | |
| Levellin vibes unravellin scribes | |
| Take a venomous sting that's unsettlin | |
| But consequence awaits me around the corner | |
| Reminiscent of my twistin fate | |
| All down to the fact it's a hard life | |
| Travel on with the sense of a telling adventure | |
| So as I wait for the opportune time to create | |
| Soul energy that will then enable me to realise | |
| Analyse all aspect of man-made decision | |
| The vision the many ways | |
| Wrong turn right, right turn ... left | |
| Aint no way back straight ahead along track | |
| Counteract react higher pace embrace | |
| Expression when written on the face | |
| Ya babblin on flip automatic overide | |
| So when pride gets swallowed | |
| Check the events that follow | |
| Interconnection bafflin coincidence | |
| All going hand in hand | |
| They demand supply I deliver my peace | |
| In what can be known as my only release | |
| In the bellyfull beast tearin up | |
| And it's a cryin shame it remains the same | |
| Turn the next page over | |
| So few words | |
| So few words | |
| Then on straight down | |
| Thru the valley I roam | |
| Lay claim my terrain thru my artery vein | |
| But first intuition state my incondition is the reason | |
| why you'll never get my submission | |
| True as I'm present in time | |
| I'm headin for the future | |
| Movin with a haste from time to waste | |
| Break loose from a goose chase | |
| What I do I take feathers and fly in spiritual sky | |
| Return to ground zero zero | |
| Now for the intrepid hero | |
| Non sense there will be no | |
| I overrun cos unless I'm in a situation | |
| I can learn a lesson in | |
| one specimen away say a line refine | |
| Humanity race ever being like one of a kind | |
| Now we can never rewind so press | |
| Forward to the end | |
| With the passionate fruit from mother nature | |
| So few words | |
| So few words |
| zuò qǔ : Arab, Griffiths, John, Keeler | |
| So few words | |
| So few words | |
| We are movin round to the hour | |
| Force from the power | |
| Thunder reigns down in a mass mind shower | |
| Levellin vibes unravellin scribes | |
| Take a venomous sting that' s unsettlin | |
| But consequence awaits me around the corner | |
| Reminiscent of my twistin fate | |
| All down to the fact it' s a hard life | |
| Travel on with the sense of a telling adventure | |
| So as I wait for the opportune time to create | |
| Soul energy that will then enable me to realise | |
| Analyse all aspect of manmade decision | |
| The vision the many ways | |
| Wrong turn right, right turn ... left | |
| Aint no way back straight ahead along track | |
| Counteract react higher pace embrace | |
| Expression when written on the face | |
| Ya babblin on flip automatic overide | |
| So when pride gets swallowed | |
| Check the events that follow | |
| Interconnection bafflin coincidence | |
| All going hand in hand | |
| They demand supply I deliver my peace | |
| In what can be known as my only release | |
| In the bellyfull beast tearin up | |
| And it' s a cryin shame it remains the same | |
| Turn the next page over | |
| So few words | |
| So few words | |
| Then on straight down | |
| Thru the valley I roam | |
| Lay claim my terrain thru my artery vein | |
| But first intuition state my incondition is the reason | |
| why you' ll never get my submission | |
| True as I' m present in time | |
| I' m headin for the future | |
| Movin with a haste from time to waste | |
| Break loose from a goose chase | |
| What I do I take feathers and fly in spiritual sky | |
| Return to ground zero zero | |
| Now for the intrepid hero | |
| Non sense there will be no | |
| I overrun cos unless I' m in a situation | |
| I can learn a lesson in | |
| one specimen away say a line refine | |
| Humanity race ever being like one of a kind | |
| Now we can never rewind so press | |
| Forward to the end | |
| With the passionate fruit from mother nature | |
| So few words | |
| So few words |