Body

The Servant

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…