Brother Songtext / Lyric

Brother, are you really here?
The package I recieved 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 recieved 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.