As a mover

Oh, baby, how about a kiss?
You said, “Okay, but I don’t want to do this”
Here’s me as a mover
Me as a mover

Got no opinion
Listening to the yessing of the snow
There’s no pressure
I’m not less sure I’m ready to go
“Oh I dare you
Oh, daddy, take us everywhere”
Me as a mover
Me as a mover

Got no opinion
Watching a dead leaf etching on the snow
The slow gesture
I’m even less sure of which way to go
“Oh everything is leaving
It seems there’s wings on everything, oh”

Oh, baby, how about that kiss?
You said, “Okay, but I still don’t want to do it”
Here’s me as a mover
Me as a mover
Me, I’m the mover