Spook at the door

I spoke with a whisper

Supersoul

I caught in a window

Said “Bow it down!”

Said “Bow it down on me!”

Spook at the door

I spoke with a whisper

Oh mystic - am I foolish soul?

Oh listen - am I hard to hold?

Spook at the door

I spoke with a whisper

And it leaves the house

Supersoul!

I caught in a window

And it leaves the house

Marked and not faintly so

When brotherism came and placed

A hand on me

And I felt I could not

Un-understand!

But I do and have and I will

And I write these songs to trick god

But I do not take it lightly

And It settled down

In your spine

Everything thickening down in

Your spine

And all the money that I earned

And all the safety

After the stinging it returns

To sit sedately!

But I do and I have and I will

And I write these songs to trick god

But I do not take it lightly

And it’s all in aphorisms

I was just believing myself slowly

And the feeling changed

In tents is where you listen

I was always poking

Round the suburbs

With a heart of glass!

With a heart of glass!

With a heart of glass!

A while back we bonded

In a cold cave with ceiling!

And enough, hush, would you coat up

In one hour?

In your public panic room

We'll be here!

And you're tone deaf, you're an awkward clown

Just wait!

With your weak words and your weaker will

Just wait!

With your northern soul and

Southern hands!

Yeah!

Would you feel full and not much

Else?

Yeah!

(Tongues)

But did you ask for it?

Really ask for it?