Baby Elvis - Emily (Funeral) Lyrics

I liked to do a lot of stuff
But now I'm just a reactionary opposing reality
Twitchy eyes and random thoughts
I'm like a dandy on the cover of a magazine

"You look good there on your bed."
Said the woman in red that sets up my daily routine
"There's no point in getting up
Can't you see that the doorman ate the key to the time machine?"

Should I read what's on the label
Of an old opened bottle filled with little flies high on perfume?
A little fly over the table
Wakes Emily up and breaks the stillness in the room.

Uuuuuuu
Touch my hand
Touch my skin
Do you feel anything?
Uuuuuuu
Vertigo
Take it slow
And let yourself go!

The little fly over the table
Flashes its wings through a fiber optic cable
It makes me move around the room
With the elegance of a drunkard in the afternoon
But I'm still laying in my bed
Listening to my ears as they let the fly go in my head
Well, I'm alive I guess
I am alive 'cause I'm not dead

Uuuuuuu
Touch my hand
Touch my skin
Do you feel anything?
Uuuuuuu
Vertigo
Take it slow
And let yourself go!