Foxtrot Songtext
von Jasper Sloan Yip

Foxtrot, dance around the room
I gotcha, babe, you got me too
Whoa-oh, what are we doing, honey?
Whoa-oh

Wake up, open up the blinds
The sun′s out, let it in your eyes
Oh-oh, we could be happy, honey
Whoa-oh

But all our sins take up too much space
All our sins take up too much space
All our sins take up too much space
All our sins take up too much space

Speak up and try to make some sense
It feels good to get it off your chest
Oh-oh, I'm trying to be honest, honey
Whoa-oh


Break up, let′s tear it all apart
And maybe get back to where we started
Oh, 'cause this is getting harder, honey
Whoa-oh, it's getting so much harder

Because all our sins take up too much space
All our sins take up too much space
All our sins take up too much space
All our sins take up too much space

We both feel like paper sheets
Spread flat across each other′s knees
If crumpled, folded, torn or creased
The lines would last permanently
We both feel like paper sheets
Spread flat across each other′s knees
If crumpled, folded, torn or creased
The lines would last permanently


Foxtrot, take me by the hand
I gotcha, I could be your man
Whoa-oh, what are we doing, honey?
Whoa-oh, what are we doing, honey?
Whoa-oh, what are we doing, honey?
Whoa-oh, what are we doing, honey?
Whoa-oh, what are we doing, honey?
Whoa-oh