Lyric

How are you gonna hear me

In the middle of getting lost ?

How are you gonna read me

In the middle of feeling lost ?

If you find me as a book

I will creep into your brain creep into your brain

If you find me as a song

I will creep into your blood creep into your blood

I’m not the one who wrote the script

I metamorphose to music itself

I’m born to refine days

Keep on moving every step you take

Is to get your groove on

Get your groove on

What have I been doing here

Where the matters are too many ?

What have I ever been doing here

Where the annotations are too many ?

If I stop counting what is lost

I will creep into your brain creep into your brain

If I start counting what is found

I will creep into your blood creep into your blood

I’m not the one who wrote the script

I metamorphose to music itself

I’m born to refine days

Keep on moving every step you take

Is to get your groove on

Get your groove on

What you and I are gonna be is a work of art

What is good always comes Got to get it on

No interference We devour yesterdays

Words can get freer to be a work of art