The Beauty In Your Body

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
Like 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