The Spirit Moves You

I'm watching you, thro' walls, doors and 'Purple Bricks,'
they're a UK estate agency, boxes can have ticks
for spirits as well as humans, escape to the country,
subject to contract and condition of invisibility.

We do not need bathrooms although could be relief,
there's no requirement for waste or cleaning teeth,
a nice view from bedroom two would be a bonus,
give your pitch - we like an attic, simply because.

Give us a nice kitchen - we like heavenly smells,
we can't always eat - leave that to the angels;
our human friends will come, stand and stare,
others wonder who they're looking at, no one's there.

You drew a shadow on the floor, there is none because
we're not as we were before, moving as everyone does.