Rochelle

Rochelle, you don't save it.
When the timing's in the bag and the shaping is a fact, you don't lose it.

Rochelle, how do you move it?
When the sun is in your eyes and the clouds are all a guise, you can stand it.

Rochelle, we never planned a thing.
We were hiking up a tower,
we were making up a flower,
cause it felt right.

What a spell she had.
Through the darkness of the night
like a building with a light,
I can't understand.

You breath like your mother,
talk is so resounding,
fly like an albatross over the water,
so far away.
Paint like a native,
walk with an Egyptian,
go where you want to be,
on an island with a beach.

Rochelle, you got the moves to prove it.
Raise your arms into the light,
take the time to make it right.
Make it right.
No looking back at what it was.

You breath like your mother,
talk is so resounding,
fly like an albatross over the water,
so far away.
Paint like a native,
walk with an Egyptian,
go where you want to be,
on an island with a beach.