I look so out of place here with a sack upon my chest.
Gloom is leaking from my eyes, milk is spilling from my chest.
You’ve been starring in my eyes for five minutes now.
Every cloud that passes casts a shadow on your brow.
You won’t even touch me touch me- you won’t even try.
You won’t even touch me touch me- you won’t even try.
You won’t even touch me touch me- you won’t even try.
You won’t even touch me touch me- you won’t even try.
Your silhouette is outlined by the coldness of the sky.
You look like a soldier who is outlined by the sky.
I wish you would touch me, man, but you won’t even try.
I wish you would touch me, man, but you won’t even try.
If it please you, sir, I’m a messenger.
If it please you, sir, I’m a messenger.
If it please you, sir, I’m a messenger-
A messenger of god.
You can recognize me by the heavy X I wear;
Placed upon my shoulders like an anchor from the air.
You can recognize me by my sadness and my pouch.
You can recognize me by the letters spilling out.
I wish you would love me, love me; I wish you would try.
I wish you would love me, love me; I wish you would try.
I wish you would touch me now, but you won’t even try.
I wish you would shield me from the hollow of the sky.
Wish you would unbuckle man this satchel from my chest.
Who will read these letters that I carry on my chest?
Who will take my hand and lay me on a bed of straw?
I wish you would lay me lay me on a bed of straw.
Who will lie above me like a heavy leaden cloud?
Who will separate me from the hollow of the sky?
Who will lay me on my back and shield me from the sky?
Who will read these letters that I carry from the sky?
Can you hear me, sir, I’m a messenger?
Can you hear me, sir, I’m a messenger?
Can you hear me, sir, I’m a messenger-
A messenger of god.
The stars have started whispering; the wind is blowing wild.
My knees begin to wobble like the body of a child.
Dust begins a-blowin from the circle where you stand-
I wish you would touch me with your body or your hand.
I wish you would touch me touch me; I wish you would try.
I wish you would try to separate me from the sky.
I can feel my body being swallowed by the sky.
I wish you would touch me, man, but you ain’t gonna try.
My back begins to buckle from the sack upon my chest.
Your brown eyes are tangled on the sack upon my chest.
I wish you would touch me, man, but you won’t even try.
I can feel my body being swallowed by the sky.
I turn my face toward you now, as if to say goodbye.
Your brown eyes are swirling like a brown and earthen sky.
I can feel my body being swallowed by the sky.
I wish you would touch me, man, but you ain’t gonna try.
Does it matter, sir, I’m a messenger?
Can you hear me, sir, I’m a messenger?
Could you touch me, sir, I’m a messenger,
A messenger of god.
I wish you would take my hand and guide me on the earth.
You could be my arab; you could guide me on the earth.
The dust is swirling all around; its filling up my eyes.
You could use my body like a little piece of sky.
You could really love me, man, don’t be afraid to try.
You could really guide me on this land beneath the sky.
You could shield my body from the dust and from the rye.
You could penetrate me like a little piece of sky.
Do it please you sir, I’m a messenger.
Do it please you sir, I’m a messenger.
Do it please you sir, I’m a messenger.
A messenger of God.
Can you hear me sir, I’m a messenger?
Can you hear me sir, I’m a messenger?
Can you hear me, sir, I’m a messenger,
A messenger of God.