Born Gold - Braille lyrics

our figures are the same stretched thin and pale and I know my skin will wilt so I touch yours like braille “I can always find my way out” you whisper in a playful vow I don't know if you'll remember me the lies that you told me were memories our wrinkles are the same I've scoured so closely I've seen the thought light up your face but the words have stone feet can you find your way out when walls have pa**ed to dust and clouds and a monsoon's rising? d**h's little whistle is tonedeaf.