Get what you got
The eyes on yourself
There are knots to unknot
Pieces to pick up
Doors to new doors
Lies to break
Haters to hate
Running for the next storm
Not really
Love that magic place
In the great big peach pie
In outerspace.
The eyes on yourself
There are knots to unknot
Pieces to pick up
Doors to new doors
Lies to break
Haters to hate
Running for the next storm
Not really
Love that magic place
In the great big peach pie
In outerspace.