Letra de 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) Do something kinda unique to me Do something that'll make me swoon (Ooh) That's how I know that I’m not pretending I know it's not make believe (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're just too wild to believe A fetish for athletic fashion Running shoes and track stripe 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) Do something kinda unique to me Do something that'll make me swoon (Ooh) That's how I know that I’m not pretending I know it’s not make believe (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) Do something kinda unique to me Do something that'll make me swoon (Ooh) That's how I know that I'm not pretending I know it's not make believe (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