Take, take a pulse when they’ve all turned their heads.
Make it look like you’re just playing with your hair.
Wait, wait in the waiting room just so you can hear him say,
“No, we didn’t find a thing”.
And you say, “Oh body, oh body, oh body, won’t you move for me?”
Stay up all night just to see if you’ll breathe,
’cause it seems like you forgot how to let it happen.
Send, send me copies of the page where it says
we’re held together by the thinnest breath of a thread.
In the dark you say, “Oh heart, oh heart, oh heart, won’t you beat for me?”
‘Cause you, you and I are dear dear friends held together
so much better than our bodies, our crumbling bodies.
And you say, “Oh body, oh body, oh body,
Oh heart, oh heart, oh heart,
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear …
Stay with me dammit.”
Hall of Records 