Slowdance

A lucky soul, a lucky soul love
Here we go ruse, locked in the basement
I can predict myself, running through time
Jump in the way, help me displace it
I can't begin to tell you that everything's fine
Someone has taken me into the fire and rain
It's like a potion, unleashes fever
It's so strange
It's a precious head wrapped up and bound for Ghana
I can't be the one to tell you everything's wrong
It's like every bee sting tries to make my ears ring
Let them wash your face man
And sing in your songs