Smooth flows, smooth flows, there’s no place for more foes
Searching for love in the wrong places, we propose to our roads
Share goals, share gold, that’s how deep the love goes
Every week we see ghosts, so many are fake close
Hatred switches sides like basketball teams, straight after half-time
Healing all of our woes, ensuring we’re alright, we don’t even have time
You’re all in my heart, promoting the peace, where would I be without you?
We promise no malice, take us to a palace, now how does that feel?
© Ridge S. Maurice