Brother - Beck

Brother, are you really here?

The package I received is gone

Are you a phantom detective?

Can you read my soul backwards?

I would glide with you

If you are a backwards ghost

I will hire you

Brother, are you really home?

Holy as a blessed worm

A paradise ambasssador

Bring me to your room

And I will throw you rocks today

And watch them pass right through, you say

And this is not a game or test

We both have done some grieving

Brother, with your vast reward

A treasury you can’t afford

Surgeries and innocence abounds

And I have read in paper books

My eyes are glands on twisted hooks

Never have I felt or looked

So sorry for you now

Brother, are you trained to spy?

One eye open, one eye dry

When I die will you be my neighbor?

Tell me things I like to know

Dressing up from head to toe

Let them know to and fro

From here and tomorrow

Brother, are you really here?

The message I received is gone

Are you a phantom detective?

Can you read my soul backwards?

I would glide with you

If you are a backwards ghost

I will hire you