Byzantine

I want Neil Young on your phone speaker in the morning

And fuck him if he just can't see

This is how his songs are supposed to be heard

No more lectures on fidelity

I don't believe in mysticism

Only in what science proves

Like the sex appeal of your sick dance moves

Ooh, wee, ooh, wee

Put on your red beret, baby

Moonwalk naked across the room (ooh, ooh)

Do something kinda unique to me

Do something that'll make me swoon (ooh, ooh)

That's how I know that I'm not pretending

I know it's not make believe (ooh, ooh)

It's only complicated if you want it to be

Do you know what I mean? It's byzantine

I want Hi-Chews, playlists, smoking on the roof

And I love the way you look at me

Tennessee Williams in Stuart Weitzman boots

Yeah, you just too wild to believe

A fetish for athletic fashion

Running shoes and striped track suits

I never heard of Sparks before

But I'm so glad you shared them with me

Put on your red beret, baby

Moonwalk naked across the room (ooh, ooh)

Do something kinda unique to me

Do something that'll make me swoon (ooh, ooh)

That's how I know that I'm not pretending

I know it's not make believe (ooh, ooh)

It's only complicated if you want it to be

Do you know what I mean? It's byzantine

Rollin', crashin', breakin', splashing

Givin', takin', makin', breakin' promises

You got me high when I was low

Negative ions, come save my soul (soul, soul)

Put on your red beret, baby

Moonwalk naked across the room (ooh, ooh)

Do something kinda unique to me

Do something that'll make me swoon (ooh, ooh)

That's how I know that I'm not pretending

I know it's not make believe (ooh, ooh)

It's only complicated if you want it to be

Do you know what I mean? It's byzantine

It's byzantine

It's byzantine

It's byzantine

It's byzantine