The Gentle Zombie
Maybe we could do this without words
I'll be every sound you've ever heard
Round the garden, closer to the earth
You'll find me here at the end of the world
I don't know what anything's about
A speckled dot without a word to say
My intentions phase back in and out
Shifting without thinking every day
I'll be here for you
When the shadows come again
In the afternoon
It's so hard to be undead
Can i pick your brains
For a new way out of here
It's not that i'm afraid
I'm just scared that i'm not real
I'm about to run away again
Studies show that i could make a friend
Research indicates that it's all right
Statistically, i might see you tonight
I'm way too many standard deviations from what i mean
The maths is clear: i don't say anything that isn't nonsense
And at the moment i can't find it in real life
So i'm dreaming... just for a while
And all the people waiting in the wings
Don't care if i fly or if i sink
It's about that time at Greenwich hall
We're about to risk it all
Writer/s: Jonah Myers