Testo Sideways Eight

It's us
Counting the ones we love
On the fingers of one glove
Collate
Count all the ones we hate
And side step the sideways eight

Move on, prove and improve on You'll get your groove on
And you'll get there
I'm sorry, baby, don't worry
I'm just in a hurry to get somewhere

It's me
Still putting apostrophes
In every catastrophe
And it's you
Still making analogies
While I'm faking apologies

So move on, prove and improve on
You'll get your groove on
And you'll get there Sail on, hail and inhale on
Wagging your tail on
A different air

It's us
Counting the ones we love
On the fingers of one glove

So move on, prove and improve on
You'll get your groove on
And you'll get there
Sail on, hail and inhale on
Wagging your tail on
A different air

Move on, prove and improve on
You'll get your groove on
And you'll get there
I'm sorry, baby, don't worry
I'm just in a hurry to get somewhere

I'm getting somewhere
Am I getting somewhere?
I'm sorry