Move over, move over,
I tell the devil on my shoulder.
There's no room for you here,
There's no room for you anywhere.
Move over, move over,
I tell the devil on my shoulder.
I won't listen to you,
I never listened to you.
I refuse to listen
To the lies,
And I'd rather focus
On the lights inside his eyes.
Move over, move over,
I tell the angel on my shoulder.
You won't want to see this,
You won't want to see what we've become.
Move over, move over,
I tell the angel on my shoulder.
"Don't fret, dear."
She whispers so softly,
"I am always here."
There's no more room,
For the devil on my shoulder,
With the weight of the world there instead.
I'd rather be weighed down
A little extra,
By doing some good,
Than be weighed down
By my own agenda.
The devil on my shoulder
Has packed up his bags and left,
Because I'm making room
To take up some of that burden
You bury yourself with.
You can't do everything alone,
And neither can I.
But together,
I think it'll get done
Pretty smoothly.
Move over, move over,
I tell the devil on my shoulder.
There's no use mulling over the past when all we have is right now.
