Brouhaha

Were you up to something?
Caged and pacing
Back and forth, back and forth
Your body and head
Got to get them together, got to get us together
Cursed and waiting
Take it back, take it back
Our conversations to each other

Gonna do it right
You got two black eyes
You got two blacks eyes, boy
They match your clothes
They match your taste
Your head is full, visions
Building and building
Come closer listen

Thinking it over, get your life in motion
Gotta save yourself, gotta save yourself
There's nothing in this place
I'm on the edge, I'm on the edge
We’ve got to go, we’re here too long
Gotta have your angle, gotta have your angle

You got two black eyes
You got two blacks eyes, boy
They match your clothes
They match your taste