Terence Trent D'arby

Whoever you are come forth
Come forth
These are the days that must happen to you
Come forth
I am a spirit
Up above your head
Though I rest in you
As though you were a bed
In a molecular world
In an electric state
I sing the praise of angels
And I sit and wait for you
Baby, baby, baby
Succumb to me
Baby, baby, baby
Succumb to me
Give me your tears
I'll keep them in a glass
I'll store them with the treasures
That I've amassed
Give me your ears
I have secrets to tell
I will make you hear the delicate bell
All around you
Baby, baby, baby
Succumb to me