My Speed (Lake Street Dive)

Get out of bed ‘cause i swear you’ll see the death of me confined inside this space; it’s an empty April curse in the room under the stairs in this waterlogged land where i’m the only one on hand Let’s call a cab, ‘cause i swear you’ll see the death of me we’re floating yellow ghosts without thoughts and no remorse in the room under the stairs in this waterlogged land where i’m the only one on hand You’re my speed just like staying in the lines, and I’m your speed just like turpentine and limes Turn off the set, ‘cause I swear you’ll see the death of me it figures that we’d see our favorite stars of stage and screen in the room under the stairs in this waterlogged land where I’m the only one on hand You’re my speed just like staying in the lines, and I’m your speed just like turpentine and limes