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