Seizemic — Tom Vek

Why don't you change your scene And see if you still love it? Hold it down, I'll introduce you If honesty still stands for anything

All your lovers are joined up By the dance we live inside You feel it, it's hot like heaven Give me breeze

Hit me so, hit me so hard Hit me so hard, yeah

Color ways and cutaways Won't outline what you want I'm envisaging a leisure seizure Of seismic proportions