Sympathetic Magic

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