Get on the floor and please don't jump in, it's not a bad thing
I saw you quake and celebrate when I opened the door
I like to think that you had everything that I like about myself
My head's in the oven waiting for you to arrive
It's not a bad thing, to make me change my mind
I could get out of the way
They own the scene and to stop wanting, it's such a rude thing
I feel you waiting, correlating on your fuse with the moon
I've only filled a week full of this tower of the very day now
Watch the dogs and the kids down the block move the snow
In fact, it's a nice thing, to make me change my mind
I could get out of the way
