Slowdance - Matthew Dear

Here we go rouse

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 you your songs