i still watch you when you're groovin'
as if through water from the bottom of a pool
i'm movin' when you're movin
all of you a verb in perfect view
i'm put to mind of all that i wanna be
i could recall all that you are to me
shake like the bough of a willow tree
you are the rite of movement
its reasonin' made lucid and cool
i know it's no improvement
you're less polunin leapin'
or fred astaire in sequins
you're atlas in his sleepin'
i can recall all that is gone from me
i'm put in awe of somethin' so flawed and free
shake like the bough from a willow tree
like there's nothin' left to prove
move like a bird of paradise
move like an odd sight that comes out at night
shake like a bough from a willow tree
like you've nothin' left to lose
shake like a bough from a willow tree
like there's nothin' left to lose