One Hand Clap - Bonaparte, Kid Simius

Flying too close to the sun today

Who’s a girl, who’s a bird of prey, hey

Burn a feather and I lose control

It’s no good but we don’t know any better

Halo in the corner

The room’s not square

Howler in the vacuum

Like we’re not there

Your mother told you so

I’m just a jealous guy

But it feels like, it feels like, it feels like

Like a one hand clap, like a one hand clap

Far away, far away, far away from the rhythm like a one hand clap

Like a one hand clap, like a one hand clap

Far away, far away, far away from the rhythm like a one hand clap

Crack in the ceiling and a vacant stare

A light draft but we don’t care, -are

Ignore the weather and then lay low, -ow

It’s no good but we don’t know any better

Halo in the corner

The room’s not square

Howler in the vacuum

Like we’re not there

Your mother told you so

I’m just a jealous guy

But it feels like, it feels like, it feels like

Like a one hand clap, like a one hand clap

Far away, far away, far away from the rhythm like a one hand clap

Like a one hand clap, like a one hand clap

Far away, far away, far away from the rhythm like a one hand clap

Ey, ey, ey, ey (Take it off)