Sympathetic Magic

Can you feel this from a distance What I'm doing with my pins Pull them from between my lips And one by one I stick em in Not a cushion not a pillow But a clever mannikin If I covered it with kisses Would you feel them on your skin I can feel you out there Doing it yet again Up to your old tricks dear Reaching out through thin air Uncontrolled twitches Sharp pain in my back Butterfly kisses Hot breath on my neck Can you feel this from a distance (I can feel you out there) What I'm doing with my pins (doing it yet again) Pull them from between my lips (up to your old tricks dear) And one by one I stick em in (reaching out through thin air) Not a cushion not a pillow (uncontrolled twitches) But a clever mannikin (sharp pain in my back) If I covered it with kisses (butterfly kisses) Would you feel them on your skin (hot breath on my neck) It's not the same as the real thing Might like this better instead I know you're thinking of me When I'm thinking that We are connected We are connected On the evening of the seance Where we met that only time All the candles were extinguished When you put your hand in mine The table started rocking And you caught my evil eye We promised when we parted We would never say goodbye I knew from your demeanor (make a little totem) That you were a kindred soul (fetish doll effigy) Your smile was so familiar (put in it a token) And I couldn't let you go (something that comes from me) It's a sympathetic magic (sympathetic magic) Pulls us together close (are we doomed are we cursed) It's a sympathetic magic (sympathetic magic) It's the thing I love the most (it could always be worse) It's not the same as the real thing Might like this better instead I know you're thinking of me When I'm thinking that We are connected It's not the same as the real thing Might like this better instead I know you're thinking of me When I'm thinking that We are connected We are connected You never would believe it (don't want to be your plaything) But a toy can take a toll (not at least anymore) I sewed it with a needle (puppet on a kite string) And a piece of your soul (that you toss to the floor) Not just any simulacrum (careful what you wish for) But a sweet remote control (it comes back sevenfold) I could shoot you with a pistol (might fall into a well dear) And they'd never find the hole It's not the same as the real thing Might like this better instead I know you're thinking of me When I'm thinking that We are connected We are connected We are connected