Picture the instant the symmetry lines
Start falling apart
I'm up on a ladder just hemming and hawing
A casuist stalling, still twisting and yawing
But wait, before I latch onto the wrong idea
Let me check if it sounds insincere
As we hurdle toward the solstice
It's forced us to make forfeit of
Enormous bits of time so if you could be so kind as to
Remind us of the nineties, the reason for your frisson
Or what's commonly expressed as a series of near collisions
Long anticipated, we waited on our next savior
It hardly left us sated, but more on the later
For now we'll just hope against all hope
I said what I meant
'Cause the body doesn't care about intent
Like, "boy you sure do got a funny way of saying 'amen'"
People With Accents - Moments Back Lyrics
People With Accents - Moments Back Lyrics
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Picture the instant the symmetry lines
Start falling apart
I'm up on a ladder just hemming and hawing
A casuist stalling, still twisting and yawing
But wait, before I latch onto the wrong idea
Let me check if it sounds insincere
As we hurdle toward the solstice
It's forced us to make forfeit of
Enormous bits of time so if you could be so kind as to
Remind us of the nineties, the reason for your frisson
Or what's commonly expressed as a series of near collisions
Long anticipated, we waited on our next savior
It hardly left us sated, but more on the later
For now we'll just hope against all hope
I said what I meant
'Cause the body doesn't care about intent
Like, "boy you sure do got a funny way of saying 'amen'"
Start falling apart
I'm up on a ladder just hemming and hawing
A casuist stalling, still twisting and yawing
But wait, before I latch onto the wrong idea
Let me check if it sounds insincere
As we hurdle toward the solstice
It's forced us to make forfeit of
Enormous bits of time so if you could be so kind as to
Remind us of the nineties, the reason for your frisson
Or what's commonly expressed as a series of near collisions
Long anticipated, we waited on our next savior
It hardly left us sated, but more on the later
For now we'll just hope against all hope
I said what I meant
'Cause the body doesn't care about intent
Like, "boy you sure do got a funny way of saying 'amen'"
Writer: Alexander McEntee
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid