20 BPM

You want the streets at midnight

You want to shine in dim light

Those walks are made for poets

Don’t look like you don’t know it

You want a soul survivor

You want a beauty parlour

A face to last forever

No blues can lose the colour

Don’t worry about it, baby

It all makes sense in the end…

Oh baby, don’t you know

– Oh oh oh oh oh oh

When things are gettin’ slow

– Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Make a crazy prediction

Melt the facts with the fiction

Underground with perfection

Baby, make the connection

Another 20 BPM in your life

Is all right

You want the diamond clover

You want the bossa nova

You never end the swayin’

Until you won me over

You dream under the pillow

You write your name in silver

On walls prepared for poets

Don’t look like you don’t know it

Oh baby, don’t you know

– Oh oh oh oh oh oh

When things are gettin’ slow

– Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Make a crazy prediction

Melt the science with fiction

Underground with perfection

Honey, make the connection

Another 20 BPM in your life

Is all right