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 mannikin
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 mannikin (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