Letra de ' Help It ' de The Reign Of Kindo

You can feel there’s a charge in the air
There’s a tension building slowly everywhere
There’s a light so dim
Growing stronger from within
You can feel it
You can feel it

I can’t help it if the rhythm’s right
My feet are moving till the end of night
I can’t help it if it’s here to stay
My feet are moving till the light of day
I can’t help myself
I must have come here for a reason that I can’t even tell
I can’t help it….

It makes me believe
Like a child can believe
It shows me miracles that I can perceive

We can’t help it if the rhythm’s right
Our feet are moving till the end of night
We can’t help it if it’s here to stay
Our feet are moving till the light of day
I can’t help myself

Currents shooting through our nerves
into our hands and feet
With synchromatic ease
We’re moving to the beat

I can’t help it if the rhythm’s right
My feet are moving till the end of night
I can’t help it if it’s here to stay
My feet are moving till the light of day

You can feel there’s a charge in the air
There’s a tension building slowly everywhere

Sing When No One’s Around

My notebook’s a sight
Every sentence I write is swiftly crossed out before long
Every word that I say seems so foolish the next day
So I keep my eager tongue on a leash

For a fool has his way with his words all the time
Lest the wise man can utter a sound
So I keep all my words locked away for the day
And I’ll sing them when no one’s around
Yeah I’ll sing them when no one’s around

Hear the music of the city
See its ladies looking pretty
It can make you feel light on your feet
Put those words to a song
And you still might get it wrong
It’s always better if you taste the real thing

For a fool has his way with his words all the time
Lest the wise man can utter a sound
So I keep all my words locked away for the day
And I’ll sing them when no one’s around
Yeah I’ll sing them when no one’s around

If I say “love”, you might think of your heartache,
Or the bliss that a lover can bring
If I say “God”, you may think of a man sitting high in the clouds,
Or a glory that the word fails to sound