Shifting Frames
I'm on the fly,
tracking the line
Moving across the deep design
Atlanta sunset,
London rain
Slipping the grip of the heavy frame (oh-oh-oh)
Wide open under the velvet sky
Watch all the patterns alignment fly (yeah)
No looking back when we find the key
Lost in the weight of the gravity
Under the skin,
under the floor
We keep on walking to find the door
From Charlottesville to
London streets
Locked in the rhythm of shifting beats
Wide open under the velvet sky
Watch all the patterns alignment fly (yeah)
No looking back when we find the key
Lost in the weight of the gravity
Let it break down (hm-mm)
Lost in the gravity (oh-oh-oh)