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 time line"
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 lifelike 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 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 on the horizon

When I'm in the furniture
I believe what I can
What I seek could be so nice
What I seek could be so lifelike paint in wine
And I wake to find that there's something in the 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 intuit stucco
The scene on a beach or green screen