My stages taken away... Monday’s just another day.
Angie Stone sings the low, and I do my best to harmonize
hidden cameras somewhere seeing my best Marvin
Big Brother sitting behind the secret console
laughing at my utter lack of rhythm or soul.
I don't know the steps,
and the choruses aren't the best
...but Angies cool with it.
Some songs make their own moves.
Some songs find their own grooves.
The whole world opened up in front of me like flowering inferno
But all I can seem to do is pace the cage.
Back and forth, up and down.
Looking through the bars
Of that always open door
Trying
To find
My feet.
Angie Stone sings the low, and I do my best to harmonize
hidden cameras somewhere seeing my best Marvin
Big Brother sitting behind the secret console
laughing at my utter lack of rhythm or soul.
I don't know the steps,
and the choruses aren't the best
...but Angies cool with it.
Some songs make their own moves.
Some songs find their own grooves.
The whole world opened up in front of me like flowering inferno
But all I can seem to do is pace the cage.
Back and forth, up and down.
Looking through the bars
Of that always open door
Trying
To find
My feet.