45's

They say a true state of mind

It cannot be defined

It runs wild and free

Without any straight lines

I see you run to the dark

The light keeps on creeping behind

Trying to stay one step ahead

So you don't get caught in the black and white

So play those 45's

And undress to the melody

It's what catches our eyes

Your body is a harmony

Perfection needs opposites

Through thick and thin

There needs to be a mess

To find the sins

So play those 45's

And undress to the melody

It's what catches our eyes

Your body is a harmony