The Servant - Body

You’ve got to take your mind off him But not with aspirins You won’t You won’t let your family in Like smoke your body comes Through the gaps in the urban slums You try You try to speak american When you don’t know what you want You end up finding that you haunt your own Your own life You’re the daylight ghost that creeps You’re the empty city streets and I And I see you And those talkshows fill your days Something is slipping away Sometimes it feels like you don’t have a body Your skin is cellophane You know I feel the same Sometimes it feels like you don’t have a body When you make a cup of tea You act like it’s alchemy But it’s not It’s not what you think it to be Seeing everything as signs Seeing everything as lines always Always lying saying you’re fine When you don’t know what you want You end up finding that you haunt your own Your own life You’re the daylight ghost that creeps You’re the empty city streets and I And I see you And those talkshows fill your days Something is slipping away Sometimes it feels like you don’t have a body Your skin is cellophane You know I feel the same Sometimes it feels like you don’t have a body When you don’t know what you want…