Step out of Time Songtext

von Jane Child

Driving down the freeway in my shiny big car
Sometimes forget what the truths are
My urge is to crash, the sweet Indian music
Flowing from my overturned car

You make me feel
You are so real
You are to me
You make me feel
Like a step out of time

Chapman has a mansion at the top of the hill
He pays young girls for a good thrill
Is pleased all day long, until one day with boredom
Decided to go out for a kill

You make me feel
You are so real
You are to me
You make me feel
Like a step out of time

It wasted a peace man
And gave us a fleece band
When times are tough

Roll baby roll
I see you spinning in your restless grave
Roll baby roll
I see you spinning in your restless grave
Grave

Ever did you see me on ritual road
I was a king to the flat toad
Almost turned the wheel when I came to see
Wisdom in the words that you wrote

You make me feel
You are so real
You are to me
You make me feel
You are so real
You are to me
Oh
You make me feel
You are so real
You make me
Make me, make me, make me
Make me, make me, make me
Make, make, make, make, make
Make, make, make, make
Make, make, make
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Baby
You make me
You make me feel
You are to me
You make me feel.