Detached
Take a look at me now
Look into these soulless eyes
Put your royal hand
On my shaven head
Let your brow wrinkle in concern
You know pity would be no more
If we didn’t make somebody poor
I never wanted the life you gave me
It follows me haunts me need you to save me
Postcards from the Iberian sun
Never meant a thing to anyone
Detach raw memory
Send it in a letter baby
There’s a word for me and you
And its not harmony