Something in the Room She Moves

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