"you are the rite of movement,
its reasonin' made lucid and cool,
i know it's no improvement,
when you move, i move.
you're less polunin leapin',
or fred astaire in sequins,
honey, you, you're atlas in his sleepin'
and when you move, i'm moved.
when you move,
i can recall somethin' that's gone from me.
when you move,
honey, i'm put in awe of somethin' so flawed and free.
so move me, baby,
shake like the bough of a willow tree,
you do it naturally,
move me, baby.
so move me, baby,
like you've nothin' left to prove,
and nothin' to lose,
move me, baby."
-movement | hozier.