I can’t feel a thing from the neck down
Can you tell me if I’m moving
If someone folds you neatly
Can you be small enough as to not be seen by prying eyes looking for faults that are surely there because I’m so imperfect
I can’t feel a thing from the neck down
Can you tell me if I’m moving
Can you exist and not be known
Live between walls and love their shelter
Never having to expect another to be as considerate and true
It’s a dream
I can’t feel a thing from the neck down
Can you tell me if I’m moving
Water rolls off me
But I’m never clean
Staying put
Like a tree
But not as strong
Don’t prune me
I can’t feel a thing from the neck down
Can you tell me if I’m moving
I dream inside this wound
The dream that never comes true
A way of living without subtext and motive
In parallel but with room for mystery
I can’t feel a thing from the neck down
Can you tell me if I’m moving
I can’t feel a thing from the neck down
Can you tell me if I’m moving
Water rolls off me
But I’m never clean
Staying put
Like a tree
But not as strong
Don’t prune me
Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitar
Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals
