Flutes

Flutes - Hot Chip

I know it's nothing more than flutes

But something in my heart is loose

There's never been a better day

And if there is nothing more

Then nothing more will add I say

There's never been a better day

Work that inside outside

Work that more

Work that right side left side

Work that more

Inside outside left side work the floor

Inside outside upside down with more

Work that inside outside

Work that more

Work that right side left side

Work that more

Inside outside left side work the floor

Inside outside upside down with more

I put up on a string today

Deciding never taught me a thing

A wooden box breathes the way

Never again

Never again

Never again

Never again

All this talk is getting me down

Nothing's making sense in my brain

I'm moving words across the terrain

Trying hard to fix through the pain

I'm waiting to the thought that we came

Only to discover I'm aged

And blow a quart of love in your frame

And watch things drop down

And watch things drop down

And watch things drop down

And watch things drop down

All this talk is getting me down

Nothing's making sense in my brain

I'm moving words in coarse of today

Trying hard to fix through the pain

I'm waiting to the thought that we came

Only to discover I'm aged

And blow a quart of love in your frame

And watch things drop down

And watch things drop down

And watch things drop down

And watch things drop down

One day you might realize

That you might need to open your eyes

One day you might realize

That you might need to open your eyes

Work that inside outside

Work that more

Work that right side left side (Open your eyes)

Work that more

Inside outside left side work the floor

Inside outside up top down with more (Open your eyes)

Work that inside outside

Work that more