The Projectionist

Sing me like a lullaby
 Read me like a book
 You can steal me in an art fraud heist
 Just tuck me underneath your coat
 And if you want to load me on the reel
 And blare a blinding light through me
 I'll be a silent film and you'll play the organ
 To go with the pictures I show
 When can I feel my skin again
 As more than between blood and air?
 I am what you tell me I am
 You make me an endless text, and
 You are my projectionist
 Give me like a war-time speech
 And fight me like a war
 Invade me like the Middle East
 Just bounce me off the satellites
 But the picture's out of focus now
 The blackout's all over town
 So make me now a candle, bright
 And push me through the powerlines
 But when can I feel my skin again
 As more than between blood and air?
 I am what you tell me I am
 You make me an endless text, and
 I am what you think of next, and
 You are my projectionist
 Shine a light through me so you can see
 Sing me in a different key, well
 I'm your diary, who's reading who now?
 And who's in whose skin?
 Turn on your TV, broadcast me
 Everywhere I want to be
 I lift up a rock and find me there
 When can I feel my skin again
 As more than between blood and air?
 I am what you tell me I am
 You make me an endless text, and
 I am what you think of next, and
 You make me an endless text, and
 I am what you think of next, and
 You make me an endless text, and
 I am what you think of next
 In the burning theater I am blessed
 For you are my projectionist