Sympathetic Magic - Charming Disaster

Can you feel this from a distance

What I’m doing with my pins?

Pull them from between my lips

And one by one, I stick 'em in

Not a cushion, not a pillow

But a clever mannequin

If I covered it with kisses

Would you feel them on your skin?

I can feel you out there

Doing it yet again

Up to your old tricks, dear

Reaching out through thin air

Uncontrolled twitches

Sharp pain in my back

Butterfly kisses

Hot breath on my neck

Can you feel this from a distance (I can feel you out there)

What I’m doing with my pins?

(Doing it yet again)

Pull them from between my lips (Up to your old tricks, dear)

And one by one, I stick 'em in (Reaching out through thin air)

Not a cushion, not a pillow (Uncontrolled twitches)

But a clever mannequin (Sharp pain in my back)

If I covered it with kisses (Butterfly kisses)

Would you feel them on your skin?

(Hot breath on my neck)

It’s not the same as the real thing

Might like this better instead

I know you’re thinking of me

When I’m thinking that

We are connected

We are connected

On the evening of the seance

Where we met that only time

All the candles were extinguished

When you put your hand in mine

The table started rocking

And you caught my evil eye

We promised when we parted

We would never say goodbye

I knew from your demeanor (Make a little totem)

That you were a kindred soul (Fetish doll effigy)

Your smile was so familiar (Put in it a token)

And I couldn’t let you go (Something that comes from me)

It’s a sympathetic magic (Sympathetic magic)

Pulls us together close (Are we doomed? Are we cursed?)

It’s a sympathetic magic (Sympathetic magic)

It’s the thing I love the most (It could always be worse)

It’s not the same as the real thing

Might like this better instead

I know you’re thinking of me

When I’m thinking that

We are connected

It’s not the same as the real thing

Might like this better instead

I know you’re thinking of me

When I’m thinking that

We are connected

We are connected

You never would believe it (Don't want to be your plaything)

But a toy can take a toll (Not, at least, anymore)

I sewed it with a needle (Puppet on a kite string)

And a piece of your soul (That you toss to the floor)

Not just any simulacrum (Careful what you wish for)

But a sweet remote control (It comes back sevenfold)

I could shoot you with a pistol (Might fall into a well, dear)

And they’d never find the hole

It’s not the same as the real thing

Might like this better instead

I know you’re thinking of me

When I’m thinking that

We are connected

We are connected

We are connected