It seems that way is safe, see the look on your face Telling me that you’ve been chased, again you fall in love took just a spark
for you to move, to get out of this groove White bread life simple stories no room for strive
Sending me a text saying nothing else is next Things can stay the same no big changes in your life no big flame Where is your grain your soy your nuts your joy Your style your groove your swing your move We’re all just trying to help you get it right for you to move to get out of this groove
