AlicebanD - Syncopate the Beat lyrics
[AlicebanD - Syncopate the Beat lyrics]
Look into the mirror
Can't you see the light?
Look outside the window
Can't you see the light?
When the harp is playing be sure
That you've cleaned your hands
And try to talk much clearer
So the world will understand
That you syncopate the beat
That color scheme like you're living
Inside someone else's dream
That sugarplum queen has no money to buy
Herself the rest of the dress
Won't you tap the keys so gently?
Scared it might make a sound
And the rain won't break the window
Unless you know which monarch was crowned
When the harp is playing be sure
That you've cleaned your hands
And try to talk much clearer
So the world will understand
That you syncopate the beat
That color scheme like you're living
Inside someone else's dream
That sugarplum queen has no money to buy
Herself the rest of the dress
It's the stress it's the stress
It's the mess of the man with
The bird and the egg
With the two in the hand
When the razor is bled
When the harp is playing be sure
That you've cleaned your hands
And try to talk much clearer
So the world will understand
That you syncopate the beat
That color scheme like you're living
Inside someone else's dream
That sugarplum queen has no money to buy
Herself the rest of the dress
Won't you syncopate the beat
That color scheme like you're living
Inside someone else's dream
That sugarplum queen has no money to buy
Herself the rest of the dress
It's the stress
Can't you see the light?
Look outside the window
Can't you see the light?
When the harp is playing be sure
That you've cleaned your hands
And try to talk much clearer
So the world will understand
That you syncopate the beat
That color scheme like you're living
Inside someone else's dream
That sugarplum queen has no money to buy
Herself the rest of the dress
Won't you tap the keys so gently?
Scared it might make a sound
And the rain won't break the window
Unless you know which monarch was crowned
When the harp is playing be sure
That you've cleaned your hands
And try to talk much clearer
So the world will understand
That you syncopate the beat
That color scheme like you're living
Inside someone else's dream
That sugarplum queen has no money to buy
Herself the rest of the dress
It's the stress it's the stress
It's the mess of the man with
The bird and the egg
With the two in the hand
When the razor is bled
When the harp is playing be sure
That you've cleaned your hands
And try to talk much clearer
So the world will understand
That you syncopate the beat
That color scheme like you're living
Inside someone else's dream
That sugarplum queen has no money to buy
Herself the rest of the dress
Won't you syncopate the beat
That color scheme like you're living
Inside someone else's dream
That sugarplum queen has no money to buy
Herself the rest of the dress
It's the stress