Shapeshifting Songtext / Lyric

Curled up like a vine

Trying to find it

A load of old joy lifting me

I'm worse for wear

Down at heel

All you people make me ill

You're not really touching me

Shapeshifting

Cut me out

Twist my arm

I work like a machine

Plaster lace and painted hands

Cut me out

Twist my arm

You hold me in your mind

The wind blows through

Screaming inside

Floating above

Watching the lights

Floating above

Shapeshifting