Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
Esperanza Spalding
[Verse 1]
Stiff bones
Your bones are stuck in place
Stiffening the space
While space
Is bending in your face
[Verse 2]
Face it
We are the final straw
Straw man
Now don't just blow away
You’re not a sack of hay
[Bridge]
Even in a sack of hay
Every straw is con-
Nected someway
[Chorus]
With all the others move
Move
Move
Move
Move
Move
Move
[Verse]
All, three
Hundred and sixty ways
To angle your own play
Why play?
Stick figure hanging there
[Chorus]
Waiting for others to move
For, you
Move
Move
Move
Move
Move
Move
[Outro]
That's how we are made
To move in many ways
That's how we are made
To move in many ways