And although nobody touches
your mind is ragged for riches
each picture needs its hinges
to swing on when you open
the door snores in a door frame
you're framed by occupation
you want the feathers from the duck's back,
like you need a suit of armour...

There's beauty in your body
But you can't see it,
and don't feel it.

And you're looking for something,
that people can see in you,
And who knows what they're seeing,
without even looking.
With forests disappearing,
and heavens getting closer,
and we aren't even looking.
No wonder you don't know.

There's beauty in your body,
but you can't see it,
and don't feel it.

And on the streets of Aston,
two lovers slowly walking
From cinema to station.
A crusade amongst concrete,
Jacob and the angel.
The lift doors close behind them,
and after love like combat,
they step into the shower.

There's beauty in your body,
but you can't see it,
and don't feel it.

You don't feel good,
like I know you should.
Baby it's you,
It's up to you.

As I began to tell you
I saw your eyes glaze over
ike ice across an ocean,
or skaters on a fruit cake.
Do you remember childhood?
Did you ever feel good?
If only you could thaw out
the ice age that you live in.

There's beauty in your body,
but you can't see it,
and don't feel it.

The DEVILS Made Me Do It!
The Fields of Eden