Talking about my mouth you’ve got me distracted 
You think I belong in this world of solid objects 
You want to transfer ghosts to humanism. 
Diverted from regaining my own natural rhythm 
Shaded from what I know I’ve been missing 
Distracted 
You tell me I need nothing to say 
Cuz you can read in to how I sway 
When it appeared that I was looking up at the sky 
I was looking at those crazy creatures in my eyes