My Darling, I'm always watching you
Yes I do
My darling, I'm always watching you
Oh I do
I second guess myself
Should I listen to the voice that says don't stress yourself?
Or should I listen to the void
Fix my eyes from any moving, collect the dregs in shapes of divine choosing
Always cryptic, never soothing
Straining so suspiciously to separate the voice I've had inside my head for years
My Darling, I'm always watching you
Yes I do
My darling, I'm always watching you
Oh I do
I got that niggling, those little wiggle wiggle bees
That greet me in the night, I start to wonder could it be?
Is that my better side I'm hearing crying?
Or is it just my reptilian pleasure-seeking salivating salvation that's holding out?
Or could it be the little demon that I swallowed when it cried for help
Bobbing in the surf it yelped - my mother-heart at seams tore loose
Compassion now becomes the noose I cling to
I'm always watching you
Can't shake the feeling there's always someone watching me
Always I feel it, there's someone caring what I'll be
And when I feel it, I want to know I want to know
There's always someone- they're watching- a-woah-oh-oh
Can't shake it, etc