Tytuł: Brother

• Wykonawca: Beck
• Wyświetleń: 207

  
   Brother, are you really here?
  The package I recieved is gone.
  Are you a phantom detective?
  
  Can you read my soul backwards?
  I would glide with you.
  If you are a backwards ghost, I will hire you.
  
  Brother, are you really home?
  Holy as a blessed worm,
  A paradise ambasssador, bring me to your room.
  
  And I will throw you rocks today,
  And watch them pass right through, you say,
  And this is not a game or test.
  We both have done some grieving.
  
  Brother, with your vast reward,
  A treasury you can't afford,
  Surgeries and innocence abounds.
  
  And I have read in paper books,
  My eyes are glands on twisted hooks.
  Never have I felt or looked so sorry for you now.
  
  Brother, are you trained to spy?
  One eye open, one eye dry.
  When I die, will you be my neighbor?
  
  Tell me things I like to know.
  Dressing up from head to toe.
  Let them know to and fro,
  From here and tomorrow.
  
  Brother, are you really here?
  The message I recieved is gone.
  Are you a phantom detective?
  
  Can you read my soul backwards?
  I would glide with you.
  If you are a backwards ghost, I will hire you.