Rat Race from Ghosts by Joe Bailey
Tracklist
| 5. | Rat Race | 7:45 |
Lyrics
You could stay away, but you come too close.
And you brush my arm, like I'm a ghost.
And you slide away, with your hands held high,
Will you bend the rules when you touch the sky?
Unstoppable, palpable animal race.
Here is my portable, separate face.
And when I need it, I'll use it like wool for my skin.
I will smile and pretend that I'm letting you in.
And you hide your face, for your own reprieve,
And you make me sick, up until you leave.
Can you see me here? Do I look immune?
Should I disappear? Should I leave the room?
Unstoppable, palpable animal race.
Here is my portable, separate face.
And when I need it, I'll use it like wool for my skin.
I will smile and pretend that I'm letting you in.
Don't you touch me,
Don't look at me.
Waiting for the end,
Waiting for something...
Unstoppable, palpable animal race.
Here is my portable, separate face.
And when I need it, I'll use it like wool for my skin.
I will smile and pretend that I'm letting you in.
Don't you touch me,
Don't look at me.
Waiting for the end,
Waiting for something...
