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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Wash
The Wash
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Quattrini
David Quattrini
Composer
Jérôme Plasseraud
Jérôme Plasseraud
Composer

Lyrics

Sleeping with our hands up
Fingers traveling like paper fans
We're waiting on some more genius to come
It got started with a few ideas
Flying planes made out of folded hearts
You do as you please Genius Japanese
The visions they start to shake
Lifting like balloons in disguise
We follow their every move
Waving gifts and treasure
To will them back to us
Kids chasing those geniuses
Drained as an empty room
Expositions lighting up my head
Collage omnivore
Sleep is a whore
There's no place that I would rather be
In the belly of the folded hands that invented me
The visions they start to shake
Lifting like balloons in disguise
We follow their every move
Waving gifts and treasure
To will them back to us
Kids chasing those geniuses
Cradled only in retrospect
The visions they live in the creaks of our eyes
Lift like balloons in disguise
We will them back to our homes and our piles of treasure
Kids chasing those geniuses
Forever
Written by: David Quattrini, Jérôme Plasseraud
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