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