Call It a Trade - Damon Johnson

Let me choke on your spirit

Gonna roll in your hay

Want to walk in your shadow

We can call it trade

Let me smile in your mirror

And say what you say

Gonna try on your jewelry

And lay where you lay

You got that taste in your mouth

But you got nothing to say

And that pillow you dream on

Is still keeping your shape

Gonna try all your things on

And smile like you smile

Let me roll back your covers

And sleep for a while

And I’ll give to you my heart and soul

We can call it a trade

When we were first meeting

You were laughing out loud

That soul that was yours

You lost in a crowd

All your friends have been asking

Where on earth did you go?

I took that laugh that was yours and told 'em

«I don’t know!»

So get used to it baby

All those things that you bought

They were never yours

But always part of the plot

And that shadow you’re keeping

That one you ignore?

You won’t ever see it

Until it crosses your door