Tindersticks Blood And Bone
And then I thought I saw something
Somewhere far in the distance
At least two hours on foot
Some place where, perhaps, I might find something
Something important, once mine
A part of me, and then I thought,
"What if I could reach out, and get there
And bring it back?"
This way I am more like you
And you are more like her
And she is more like him
And he is more like us
And we are more like them, all of them
This is me, flattering, don't you think?
What am I really? Expanding greyness?
Blood and bone? Blood and bone?
Rather exposing, now
Naked teeth, Benadryl
Naked teeth, Benadryl
Would you have recognised me?
If only I hadn't told you
If only they hadn't shown you
I could still have a face
Is there anything worse than being transparent?
Is there anything worse than being transparent?
I'm data now
I'm data, data
I am data, only data
Without face, without shape, without soul
I am data, I am data, see me, study me
Use me, abuse me, destroy me, dissect me
Rebuild me, better, without face, without shape
Without shape, without soul, layer by layer (data, I am data)
I appear, the walls rapidly joining
Layer by layer, I see right through you
Is there anything worse than being transparent?
Prayers unfelt going around my [?]
Temperature dropping, anxiety rising
Blood and bone, blood and bone
Closed lips consume [?]
I wonder what will become of my last hiding place
Can every door be opened? Is there really no shelter?
Use me, abuse me, destroy me, dissect me
Rebuild me, better, without face, without shape
Without shape, without soul, layer by layer
See me, study me
Use me, abuse me, destroy me, dissect me
Rebuild me, better, without face, without shape
Without shape, without soul, layer by layer
[?]
See me, study me
Use me, abuse me, destroy me, dissect me
Rebuild me, better, without face, without shape
Without shape, without soul, layer by layer
I appear, the walls rapidly joining
Layer by layer, you see right through me
I wonder what will become of my last hiding place
Can every door be opened? Is there really no shelter?
