I touch the mirror and go inwards
as if an illusion optical
on an Escher stair
my feet won't take me anywhere

Groove It Out
Groove It Out
Groove It Out
I've got to got to got to

Are we moving or are we still?
I'd use my limbs but they don't seem to want to 
And nothing feels right
acting out in a Fugue style

Another worlds slips by
In every filament of a street light
flickers on and on and off and on
kaleidoscope I'm inside

Groove It Out
Groove It Out
Groove it Out
I've got to got to got to