Mates Of State - Girls Singing Lyrics

Why does the rhythm get me every time? It wouldn't if the girls all got along. And maybe I imagined that just like I imagine I know you. Where is the mirror? Get me to its face. So primitive and yet we all get it wrong. And what a very modern prince, just like I imagine I know you. Oh my, my, look what you've become. It's the same for all of you and then it catches up and you notice what you're made of. Oh my, my, look what you've become. It's the same for all of you and then it catches up and you notice what you're made of. Why does the rhythm get us every time? So primitive and yet we all get it wrong. And what a very modern piece. Always I imagine it in tune.