It’s four in the afternoon
& everybody’s laying down (down down down)
Late night’s harsh on our faces
But suddenly there’s him, he’s snapping
Out of pace that’s for sure
Loud, cheerful & simple
Out of space, that’s for sure
Grimness is gone & so is my mind
Snap It, when you’re about to give up on life
Snap It, when the birds are whistlin’
And if your fingers keep on slippin’
Give in to the beat & clap your hands
Just snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, it’s his magic trick
When clouds are casting shadows
From yesterdays & you’re dealing blows
He’s sitting there snapping
Nothing seems to animate him
Except that imperfect noise
What is it all about aftеr all?
Out of pace that’s for sure
Loud, cheerful & simple
Out of spacе, that’s for sure
Grimness is gone & so is my mind
Snap It, when you’re about to give up on life
Snap It, when the birds are whistlin’
And if your fingers keep on slippin’
Give in to the beat & clap your hands
Just snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, it’s his magic trick