Lyrics III Fit - Wave Machines

They gave me plans I didn't make yet
To make my shadow fight my silhouette
Same side of the chess set,
The same side that we all get
Silhouette looks stronger
But my shadow looks longer
It can reach around a corner
It can reach around a corner

I dance like I'm ill fit
Sweat like a tight grip
Bite on a red lip
Hold it
Stick when I should split
Flip like I've been hit
Clumsy and ill fit, hold it

They tell me fall it's a fixed fight
And I should jump from a great height
It's so quiet when you're in flight
Like a dream that you realise
Each piece of my insides
Is trying to pull me to the other side
It's not something I can brush aside
Like a scratch on a b-side

I dance like I'm ill fit
Sweat like a tight grip
Bite on a red lip
Hold it
Stick when I should split
Flip like I've been hit
Clumsy and ill fit, holding it

I'll crack your hard core
And I'll peel it
Strip it till you feel it
This space I long for
Fill it with the skittering of blacked out sparks