“AUTOMATIC”
I like the moon, out in the day.
Just like the sun, that warms my face.
But only when i think too much,
I miss the life I love the most.
I make it automatic, I make it automatic
I’ll tell you what i make it for.
I make it automatic, I make it automatic
I’ll tell you what i make it for.
I take the time, to watch the breath,
That rises up, from your chest.
Stop worrying, it leaches you,
And when you’re scared, just let it go.
I make it automatic, I make it automatic
I’ll tell you what i make it for.
I make it automatic, I make it automatic
I’ll tell you what i make it for.
Now in the night, warm or cold,
My eyes burn wide, locked in a mode,
That steers me right, can’t care too much,
But feel inside, and lust the touch.
I make it automatic, I make it automatic
I’ll tell you what i make it for.
I make it automatic, I make it automatic
I’ll tell you what i make it for.
(break)
I make it automatic, I make it automatic
I’ll tell you what i make it for.
I make it automatic, I make it automatic
I’ll tell you what i make it for.
I make it automatic, I make it automatic
I’ll tell you what i make it for.
I make it automatic, I make it automatic
I’ll tell you what i make it for.
Written by Daniel Victor (2010)
Recorded by Tight White Jeans from “An American Classic”