Letras
Play on
Stamina
Running
Late on
Something
Bright
Heavy
Sublime
Buffet Sunday
Take time
Frantic wonder
Why I'm fried
Then, standing there
He said, "I love the way you move
When you move the timeline"
Morning wake me, hurry home
Peek around the door, key inside
When I'm in the furniture
I believe what I can
What I seek could be so nice
What I seek could be so life
Like paint in wine
And I wake to find that
There's something in a back room
And there's nothing in the front room
Ooh, my feet, my feet are still in the garden
If there's anything I know
I can intuit stucco
The scene on a beach
Or green screen
Take my hand
Stay warm like my woman standing
Beside the light of her byline
All I have to design
Fog reclining behind
Something in the horizon
Ohh, ohh, ohh
When I'm in the furniture
I believe what I can
What I seek could be so nice
What I seek could be so life
Like paint in wine
And I wake to find that
There's something in a back room
And there's nothing in the front room
Oh, my feet, my feet are still in the garden
If there's anything I know
I can into it stuffle
The scene on a beach
Or green screen