Slow Mover - Angie McMahon

Friend, old friend, it’s 4:00am

What are we doing in the street?

I don’t want to buy fried chicken

I wish that I was going to sleep

And I don’t want to kiss you

Underneath that flashing sign

What’s the hurry?

We’re not ready

We’ve got plenty of time

Maybe you will get married

Maybe fall in love

Could you make me fall asleep

When you’re holding me?

Try set me on fire

Try set me on fire

Try set me on

There’s someone else but I twist all of

His words and he twists mine

So I’ll have to let him go

We sometimes fit, but we always lie

And he thinks we could make it work

But only when he’s drunk

You think you could help me swim

But I’ve already sunk

So maybe you’ll get married

Maybe fall in love

Could you go on and fall asleep

When you’re not holding me

Go get set on fire

Go get set on fire

Go get set on…

Friend, I am a slow, slow mover

Friend, I am a slow, slow girl

Trying to be kind, kind, kinder

Crawling in another world

And maybe one day we’ll get married

Maybe fall in love

Could you make me fall asleep

When you’re holding me?

Try set me on fire

Try set me on fire

Try set me on fire

Try set me on fire

Try set me on fire

Try set me on fire

Try set me on…