The sequins in your wake find their way, 'cause someone left the lights on
And the idea is a powerful one
The sun showers outside and I've found something in the swing here
An idea whose time had come
And now I give you my days, all my days
It broke open the door, flipping chairs, tipping over tables
Reminded why I love this one
Go trip down the lane, take my name, the flashbulbs strobe eureka
Like an idea whose time had come
And now I give you my days, all my days
All of my days off
The sun showers outside and I've found something in the swing here
An idea whose time had come
Thunderbolts will strike where they may, like a drunken master
Like an idea whose time had come
And now I give you my days, all my days
And all of my days off
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The sequins in your wake find their way, 'cause someone left the lights on
And the idea is a powerful one
The sun showers outside and I've found something in the swing here
An idea whose time had come
And now I give you my days, all my days
It broke open the door, flipping chairs, tipping over tables
Reminded why I love this one
Go trip down the lane, take my name, the flashbulbs strobe eureka
Like an idea whose time had come
And now I give you my days, all my days
All of my days off
The sun showers outside and I've found something in the swing here
An idea whose time had come
Thunderbolts will strike where they may, like a drunken master
Like an idea whose time had come
And now I give you my days, all my days
And all of my days off
And the idea is a powerful one
The sun showers outside and I've found something in the swing here
An idea whose time had come
And now I give you my days, all my days
It broke open the door, flipping chairs, tipping over tables
Reminded why I love this one
Go trip down the lane, take my name, the flashbulbs strobe eureka
Like an idea whose time had come
And now I give you my days, all my days
All of my days off
The sun showers outside and I've found something in the swing here
An idea whose time had come
Thunderbolts will strike where they may, like a drunken master
Like an idea whose time had come
And now I give you my days, all my days
And all of my days off
Writer: CARL ALLAN NEWMAN
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management