My Tulpa - Magazine
Lyrics by:Howard Devoto
Composed by:Howard Devoto/John McGeogh
Produced by:John Leckie
I suspect you ain't so sweet
As the lust I've gone seething
My skin wipes to crawl back home tomorrow
I've lost my way in my feeling
You always collect your fists
When my shadow falls upon your hands
You're just giving body heat away
But they say you're a nice enough young man
I wanna see you
Don't you wanna see me?
I'm full of questions
You're full of mystery
I wanna see you
Don't you wanna see me?
I'm full of questions
You're full of mystery
You can touch yourself anytime
You can touch yourself anytime
You can touch yourself anytime
You can touch yourself anytime
You can touch yourself anytime
You can touch yourself anytime
You got the whole world in your drawer
Your furniture's made to injure me
My skin will crawl back home tomorrow
When our souls come to an easy end
I wanna see you
Don't you wanna see me?
I'm full of questions
You're full of mystery
I wanna see you
Don't you wanna see me?
I'm full of questions
You're full of mystery