Lyrics:
Brother, are you really here?The package I received is goneAre you a phantom detective?Can you read my soul backwards?I would glide with youIf you are a backwards ghostI will hire youBrother, are you really home?Holy as a blessed wormA paradise ambasssadorBring me to your roomAnd I will throw you rocks todayAnd watch them pass right through, you sayAnd this is not a game or testWe both have done some grievingBrother, with your vast rewardA treasury you can't affordSurgeries and innocence aboundsAnd I have read in paper booksMy eyes are glands on twisted hooksNever have I felt or lookedSo sorry for you nowBrother, are you trained to spy?One eye open, one eye dryWhen I die, will you be my neighbor?Tell me things I like to knowDressing up from head to toeLet them know to and froFrom here and tomorrowBrother, are you really here?The message I received is goneAre you a phantom detective?Can you read my soul backwards?I would glide with youIf you are a backwards ghostI will hire you