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…