Don’t Move – Phantogram

I’m not your paranoia,
when someone’s at the door.
Virgin fires calling out the throat of a body rising through the floor.
I’m not your fortune teller.
I’m not your spinning bed.
I’m never like you,
uncomfortable too.
This is starting to fuck with my head.

All you know how to do is
shake, shake.
Keep your body still, keep your body still.
All you do is
shake, shake, shake.
Keep your body still, keep your body still.