Groove it out

I touch the mirror and go inwards; as if an illusion optical
On an Escher stair; my feet won't take me anywhere

Are we moving or are we still?
I'd use my limbs but they don't seem to want to
And nothing feels right
Acting out in a fugue-style

Groove it out
Groove it out
Groove it out
I've got to, got to, got to

Are we moving or are we still?
I'd use my limbs but they don't seem to want to
And nothing feels right
Acting out in a fugue-style
Another world slips by in every filament of a strip light
Flickers on and on and off and on; kaleidoscope I'm inside

Groove it out
Groove it out
Groove it out
I've got to, got to, got to

Are we moving or are we still?
I'd use my limbs but they don't seem to want to
And nothing feels right
Acting out in a fugue-style

In the empty room
In the wilderness
In a dying light
Ever since I

In the empty room
In the dying light
Felt a wilderness, felt a wilderness inside

In the wilderness
In the dying light
Is an empty room
In an empty room

I groove it out

Are we moving or are we still?
I'd use my limbs but they don't seem to want to
Nothing feels right
Acting out in a fugue-style

Are we moving or are we still?
I'd use my limbs but they don't seem to want to
Nothing feels right
Acting out in a fugue-style

Groove it out
Groove it out
Groove it out
I've got to, got to, got to