Slowdance

A lucky soul, a lucky soul love

Here we go ruse, locked in the basement

I can predict myself, running through time

Jump in the way, help me displace it

I can't begin to tell you that everything's fine

Someone has taken me into the fire and rain

It's like a potion, unleashes fever

It's so strange

It's a precious head wrapped up and bound for Ghana

I can't be the one to tell you everything's wrong

It's like every bee sting tries to make my ears ring

Let them wash your face man

And sing in your songs