My Soul Has Escaped from My Body
I'm takin' a boat straight off the edge
Of this two-dimensional world
And I'm gonna fly out into space
Where there's no gravity and I know
I'm gonna feel better out there, oh
I'm takin' my coat and walking right out
Of this two-dimensional room
And I'm gonna sit out in the street
Where no one will look at me and I know
I'm gonna be much better out there, oh
You're a shade of blue, you know me, I know you
And running away is something I don't do
So it's come to this, rock and roll
It's so ludicrous that my soul
Has escaped from my body, alright!
Dreams, blank as the trees, cover my bed
As I pass it by on the train
Where I am asleep in a cocoon
Floating high above all the shit
That's making me feel that's it better up here, oh
But I have to descend, for someone I love
He is waist deep in the world
Of roses and beds and wishing you're dead
'Cause you're so sick of gravity and I know
He's gonna be better up here, oh
You're a shade of blue, you know me, I know you
And running away is something I can't do
So it's come to this, rock and roll
It's so ludicrous that my soul
Has escaped from my body
But that's not so bad, I'm in Trinidad
Being made into a toy
It's so ludicrous that my soul
It's so ludicrous that my soul
Has escaped from my body
Of this two-dimensional world
And I'm gonna fly out into space
Where there's no gravity and I know
I'm gonna feel better out there, oh
I'm takin' my coat and walking right out
Of this two-dimensional room
And I'm gonna sit out in the street
Where no one will look at me and I know
I'm gonna be much better out there, oh
You're a shade of blue, you know me, I know you
And running away is something I don't do
So it's come to this, rock and roll
It's so ludicrous that my soul
Has escaped from my body, alright!
Dreams, blank as the trees, cover my bed
As I pass it by on the train
Where I am asleep in a cocoon
Floating high above all the shit
That's making me feel that's it better up here, oh
But I have to descend, for someone I love
He is waist deep in the world
Of roses and beds and wishing you're dead
'Cause you're so sick of gravity and I know
He's gonna be better up here, oh
You're a shade of blue, you know me, I know you
And running away is something I can't do
So it's come to this, rock and roll
It's so ludicrous that my soul
Has escaped from my body
But that's not so bad, I'm in Trinidad
Being made into a toy
It's so ludicrous that my soul
It's so ludicrous that my soul
Has escaped from my body
Credits
Writer(s): Ezra Furman
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