Talk to Me - John Moods

Knowing is the enemy of seeing

Scratch the itch but stop when it starts bleeding

Is it joy?

Or another toy?

Playing with the notes of my life

On the the phone with everybody’s feelings

Giving back the thoughts that I was stealing

Everyone is someone’s sun

Trying to shine a light

When the body’s on a mission

Take the path of least resistance

Let it dance with its own double

Let it bend before it crumbles

Talk to me