Moves - The New Pornographers

I believe

You’ve had some-

thing that’s mine

All this time

So to sing along, cry

Fork it over

I live among

The alarms

Where I trip

Where they sing

So to sing along, cry

Hey, come over

Uh Uh — Uh Uh — Uh Oh-

Up the hill

Goes the type-

writered beat

Of my step

So to sing along, cry

Undiscover

And all the years

At quarter speed

Haloed and

Trembling clean

So to sing along, cry

Turning over

Uh Uh — Uh Uh — Uh Oh-

Slo-o-o-ow do-o-o-own la-a-a-a-die-e-e-es

Slo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow do-o-o-o-o-o-o-own

These things get louder

These things get louder

The lava alarms

And your true

Villain love

Are kept at bay

So to sing along, cry

Like you wrote it Will the beams

Be broke and crossed

Motion sensed

It’s all heat

So to sing along, cry

It’s not over

Uh Uh — Uh Uh — Uh Oh-

Slo-o-o-ow do-o-o-own la-a-a-a-die-e-e-es

Slo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow do-o-o-o-o-o-o-own

These things get louder

These things get louder

So to sing along, cry

So to sing along, cry

You with all your moves

You with all your moves

You with all your moves

You with all your moves