Slow Down Songtext
von Ike Moriz

He looks at this creature fair
Clowns wearing paper hair
While his heart′s beating loud in the grove

The animals whisper there
And Colours melt in the air
The sun burns a hole through the clouds

Slow down to the rhythm
Slow down to the rhythm
Slow, slow down
Slow down to the rhythm
Slow down to the rhythm
Slow, slow down

Blackbirds sit and stare
The pulse is heard everywhere
Piano wires weave a spell on the woods


Forgotten, the jokes and tales
So the heartbeat may unveil
What breathes life to this temple of green
Oh-ooh-oh, Oh-ooh-oh
Oh, yeah

Slow down to the rhythm
Slow down to the rhythm
Slow, slow down

Slow down to the rhythm
Slow down to the rhythm
Slow, slow down

Slow down to the rhythm
Slow down to the rhythm
Slow, slow down

Slow down to the rhythm
Slow down to the rhythm
Slow, slow down