[Verse 1]
It's in my hair, in my sleep
In my hands, in my teeth
It's in my chair, it looks like me
And when it stands, I take my seat
[Chorus]
It's in the air that I breathe
Understand it's up my sleeve
Well, in my hair, it's in my sleep
With my hands, in my teeth
[Verse 2]
In my prayer, I don't speak
But with my hands and on my knees
When I ask, I receive
Don't play fair, don't be sweet
[Chorus]
It's in the air that I breathe
Understand it's up my sleeve
Well, in my hair, it's in my sleep
With my hands, in my teeth
[Instrumental Outro]
Teeth was produced by Alice Ivy.
I like to think that if “Teeth” was out in 2004 it would be on the OC soundtrack. In the song I describe a big, omnipresent ‘it’. When I wrote these lyrics I was playing with the idea that we talk about sex and prayer and violence and power with very similar language. I wanted to see if I could blur...