Something In The Room She Moves

Julia Holter

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Play on
Stamina
Running
Late on
Something bright, heavy, sublime

Buffet Sunday
Take time
Frantic wonder
Why
I'm fried

Then standing there he said
I love the way you move
When you move
The time line
Morning wake me
Hurry home
Peek around the door
Key inside

When I'm in the furniture
I believe what I can
What I seek could be so nice
What I seek could be so lifelike paint in wine
And I wake to find that there's something in a back room
And there's nothing in the front room
Oh, my feet are still in the garden

If there's anything I know
I can intuit stucco
The scene on a beach or green screen

Take my hand
Stay warm like my woman standing beside the light of her byline
All I have to design
Fog reclining behind
Something on the horizon

When I'm in the furniture
I believe what I can
What I seek could be so nice
What I seek could be so lifelike paint in wine
And I wake to find that there's something in a back room
And there's nothing in the front room
Oh, my feet, my feet are still in the garden

If there's anything I know
I can intuit stucco
The scene on a beach or green screen