Caught in the locked groove of this long season These hours motions circle, still repeating
The beat moves on itself The beat moves on itself Every day my love Crazy, crazy days are gone When I come home And we're finally alone
And I'm caught in your arms, safe from a morning No one walks out on the tightrope today my love
The beat moves on itself The beat moves on itself Every day my love Crazy, crazy days are gone When I come home Crazy, crazy days are gone When I come home
We awoke at the edge of a summer New days began to stretch their legs And the tempo's changing to compensate The needle finds the groove to free us tonight
We awoke on the edge of this winter The ice melts off and flows in like a song The record plays but the needle's old It lets the player take control Move the speakers how they're told To make us march for something more
Music is a sedative And you put out what you put inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
