Said you, you’re like a vase

You can’t move it

Can’t touch it

Just look at the taste

Décor I want more

But if I move to quick you’ll fall for sure

And you, are like a museum

So cold and crowded when you can’t touch the ceiling

Behind plastic glass

I can gaze at the splendor but can’t touch the craft

And so, I’m back and behind

I won’t show you my moves

If you can’t tell me the time

Closed doors, no scores

You can have what you want

But I’ll always want more

From you

Of you

And you

You talk like wood

You can’t bend it but when you break it

It’s twice as good

No shame

It’s a shame

When the notches on your bedpost is your only fame

And I

Roll in a ball

Like a bug you flick

When it’s trying to crawl

And fly so high

When I finally get wings

I’ll soar in the sky

Away

Away

And so, I’m back and behind

I won’t show you my moves

If you can’t tell me the time

Closed doors, no scores

You can have what you want

But I’ll always want more

From you

And so, I’m back and behind

I won’t show you my moves

If you can’t tell me the time

Closed doors, no scores

You can have what you want

But I’ll always want more

From you

Of you