I’m sofa surfin, delivering a groove salad,
While thinking about you, making me go dream chasin’ baby boo,
All i need is you.
Your skin as paper, my lips as pen,
And our oceans of bloody diamond’s, inside my brain.
Cause we are two groove junkies,
That move, through this concrete jungle like monkeys.
Your my escape to Zion
Cause i’m feeling trapped, in this box of iron.
Disconnected from this reality, i rewind the movie of my life,
That i’ve produced in my mind, scared of the atrocities that i’m seeing,
Making me wanna go deaf and blind.
