Move It On Songtext
von David Kitt
Move It On Songtext
Places we went to
Under attack
To wait for a breakthrough
Some don′t come back
Lost in the details
Shown too much room
Can't face that feeling
Not quite so soon
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
When your heart is poisoned
It′s sure hard to cure
When you live in a past, love
You'll never be sure
Safe with the misfits
Lost on the crowd
But when we get to play it
We're gonna play it loud
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
No amount of breathing
Not knowing where to look
Could ever stop this feeling
From showing what it took
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
I am going to bring apples home
And I am bathing every day
I am very tan
I will be home next Tuesday
Regards from all from your loving son
Under attack
To wait for a breakthrough
Some don′t come back
Lost in the details
Shown too much room
Can't face that feeling
Not quite so soon
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
When your heart is poisoned
It′s sure hard to cure
When you live in a past, love
You'll never be sure
Safe with the misfits
Lost on the crowd
But when we get to play it
We're gonna play it loud
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
No amount of breathing
Not knowing where to look
Could ever stop this feeling
From showing what it took
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
Move it on, move it on, move it on
I am going to bring apples home
And I am bathing every day
I am very tan
I will be home next Tuesday
Regards from all from your loving son
Writer(s): David Kitt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

