I'll sit alone in the corner, two steps away from the border I'll give you bread and water if you pretend to be my brother How long is this life? How long does it take To build a home out of sticks and stones? How long is this life? How long does it take To build a home out of shoes by the door? We make rhythms, we keep time with the chopping blocks, nails and tar When we're done building, how long will we stay Before the wind takes us to another place? Is it fertile, will it grow Will the lights turn on when we dam the flow? Is it fertile, will it grow Or will it wilt by the cold window? I'll sit alone in the corner, two steps away from the border I'll give you bread and water if you pretend to be my brother How long is this life? How long does it take To step and step through the rocky lake? To burn a canyon out of this path To trim the branches out of your face? When the city spreads it's arms My brother's blood is not mine But when the city spreads it's arms All of our bodies beat in time And I'll sit alone in the corner, two steps away from the border I'll give you bread and water if you pretend to be my brother