Julia Holter Something In The Room She Moves
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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 time line"
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 lifelike paint in wine
And I wake to find that there's somеthing in a vacuum
And there's nothing in the front room
Oh, my feet arе 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 on the horizon
[Instrumental interlude]
When I'm in the furniture
I believe what I can
What I seek could be so nice
What I seek could be so lifelike paint in wine
And I wake to find that there's something in a vacuum
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 intuit stucco
The scene on a beach or green screen
