Seka Knows - Grant Hart

Out of the morning and into the street

It rises and falls just like teardrops forming puddles at your feet

Each step you are taking in any direction

The machine plays the same old song all day, but rejects your selection

And Seka, Seka knows

Seka, Seka knows

Seka, Seka knows

How to read you like you would read a book

And take you like you would take a look

And when you can go

Into the picture and out of the frame

It binds you a bit and

Reminds you of something you just overcame

It’s waking up with you

And it troubles your sleep

It comes to you when you’re alone and with company you keep

And Seka, Seka knows

Seka, Seka knows

Seka, Seka knows

How to take you like you’d take a bath

And read you like you’d read an epitaph

And when you can go

Out of the fire and into the pan

He dances around like a god but you know that he’s only a man

You change from your playclothes you put on your best suit

It keeps you in stitches and fits you like shiny skin on a fruit

And Seka, Seka knows

Seka, Seka knows

Seka, Seka knows

How to read you like you’d read a map

And take you like you’d take the rap

And when you can go

Out of the darkness and into the sun

It’s beginning to look like the end of the road but it’s only begun

You’re looking for guidance and you follow the signs

If you follow them well you’re beginning to tell the profane from the divine

And Seka, Seka knows

Seka, Seka knows

Seka, Seka knows

How to read you like you’d read a sign

And take you like you’d take what’s mine

And when you can go