Stop banging away on my kaleidoscope.
Stop draining the color out of my scene.
Just play me something
I can dance to.
I can dance to anything
You wanna' sing.
So lock me up in a studio.
Fill it up with sound and scenarios.
Stop blocking the driveway with your car.
Put the butterfly in the bell jar.
It's the first time that I'm worried
Of a bad dream, of a journey
On the highway, through the valley.
It's a long road through the night.
It's a long road.
Hear a stranger's voice in the front yard.
Let the arrows tick past the deadline.
Get another stamp in your passport.
Wash your breakfast down with some red wine.
Delete the progress on your game.
Try to fall asleep while your ears ring.
From the loudest songs on your mixtape
I can dance to anything
You wanna' sing.
No reason, no action,
No silence, no help here.
Nobody came running up by my side.
It's the first time that I'm worried
Of a bad dream, of a journey.
On the highway, through the valley
It's a long road through the night.
It's the first time that I'm worried
Of a bad dream, of a journey.
On the highway, through the valley.
It's a long road through the night.
It's a long road to get it right.
Stop banging away on my kaleidoscope.
Stop draining the color out of my scene.
Just play me something
I can dance to.
I can dance to anything
You wanna' sing.
So lock me up in a studio.
Fill it up with sound and scenarios.
Stop block
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