[Verse 1]
Downstairs the people stay up
Tiresome but it does fit the job
Soon I’ll be heading off
But you are a satellite
You can’t change your mind
[Pre-Chorus]
The first one in line isn’t hard to get by
We start off at square one
Thinking of what went wrong
[Chorus]
What fits like a glove
And strikes like a fist is
[Verse 2]
Until you see for yourself
And speak on your own behalf cause
There’s no alarm that goes off
Before you slam the door
To even up the score
I don’t feel a thing when your fall turns to spring
Magic can only be
Practiced after practicing
[Chorus]
What fits like a glove
And strikes like a fist is
Love