Hanne Hukkelberg You Gonna
You gonna move your feet much to march
Walk the walk
You gotta bring your brains
And then top the dark
You gonna make it where your body running cold
You gonna occupy arms who may unfold
There is no end, no stop, no term
And it sets a cycle and it's about
Finding your own pace
You gonna bring your lock stock and barrel and a shovel
You gonna put your demands on a shelf you can handle
But never get too cushy or get able
You gonna bass but don't rest your feet too much on the
table
There is no end, no stop, no term
And it sets a cycle and it's about
Finding your pace
Finding your place
Don't get too comfortable
You gonna blossom to whatever will go flop the flowers
on the ground
You gonna be the work of a dog become a hound
Use your heart and numbness on yourself
Use the head
You gonna take your time, take your place, take your
leverage, respect
There is no end, no stop, no term
And it sets a cycle and it's about
Finding your pace
In the race
Choose your pace
And walk to chase
Oh embrace
Find your pace
And walk to chase
Oh embrace
Finding your place
Then finding your bitter self
