Tekst
Well, all i need
Is a tiny desk space
And a quiet room
Where i can create
Maybe a mic
And headphones too
But really, i
I have no clue
What i'm doin'
Never took lessons
What am i doin'
I must confess, and
I know nothin' bout' theory
I know nothin' bout' that stuff
I just make what i like
Until i think i've had enough
Sounds
Oooh, sounds
I like sounds
Oooh, sounds
You want me to
Make you a song
Well you're in luck
Cause i do that all day long
I just sit in my room
Alone all the time
This is the only place
Where i can free my mind
Yeah, i go outside
To get some sun
But i really think
This is way more fun
Spillin' my heart out
On a computer
And makin' my heart sing
Louder and louder, like
Sounds
Oooh, sounds
Like the way the sounds
I like sounds