The Band of Heathens
Records In Bed
We’re in tomorrow
Glowing in the red light on the console top
Forget your sorrow
Remember when you lived them back in your favorite song
Made you feel less all alone like it wasn’t always wrong
Well I’ve been there
Remember when?
Rock and roll was sacred in your world and on the street
The all night conversations with everyone you’d meet
When we dance and sing we are golden
Sunday morning service, records in your bed
Good for your soul, they feed your head
Round and round and round so slow
Feels so good you want to go
Round and round and round so slow
Shining on a deeper glow we’re home
Lost in translation
Missing information give me just one person please
Trying to find the forest inside of all these trees
When we dance and sing we are golden
Sunday morning service, records in your bed
Good for your soul, they feed your head
Round and round and round so slow
Feels so good you want to go
Round and round and round so slow
Where it stops we never know
Round and round and round so slow
Shining on a deeper glow we’re home
We’re home, we’re home, find home, we’re home
Sunday morning service, records in your bed
Good for your soul, they feed your head
Round and round and round so slow
Feels so good you want to go
Round and round and round so slow
Where it stops we never know
Round and round and round so slow
The sweetest grooves you ever know
Round and round and round so slow
Shining on a deeper glow we’re home
Round and round and round we’ll go
We’re home