Lonelady Groove It Out
I touch the mirror and go inwards; as if an illusion optical
On an Escher stair; my feet won't take me anywhere
Are we moving or are we still?
I'd use my limbs but they don't seem to want to
And nothing feels right
Acting out in a fugue-style
Groove it out
Groove it out
Groove it out
I've got to, got to, got to
Are we moving or are we still?
I'd use my limbs but they don't seem to want to
And nothing feels right
Acting out in a fugue-style
Another world slips by in every filament of a strip light
Flickers on and on and off and on; kaleidoscope I'm inside
Groove it out
Groove it out
Groove it out
I've got to, got to, got to
Are we moving or are we still?
I'd use my limbs but they don't seem to want to
And nothing feels right
Acting out in a fugue-style
In the empty room
In the wilderness
In a dying light
Ever since I
In the empty room
In the dying light
Felt a wilderness, felt a wilderness inside
In the wilderness
In the dying light
Is an empty room
In an empty room
I groove it out
Are we moving or are we still?
I'd use my limbs but they don't seem to want to
Nothing feels right
Acting out in a fugue-style
Are we moving or are we still?
I'd use my limbs but they don't seem to want to
Nothing feels right
Acting out in a fugue-style
Groove it out
Groove it out
Groove it out
I've got to, got to, got to
