My skin is a glove that you wear without knowing So that I and no other will read you Your hand gives me, why is my face a shadow? A shadow why do you close your eyes? But a room finally The taste of your breath to remember Some things are smoke and my lungs Ache, ache and will not be eased The air pretends we are not there That is our conquest But a room finally The taste of your breath to remember Secrets of a body just so There is no taste, no fruit in the world Unimaginable or with saviour I deny nothing Water is never still and we are Cupped within a gla** Each night a small part Scrambles into the air, somewhere away raining But a room finally The taste of your breath to remember Secrets of a body just so There is no taste, no fruit in the world Unimaginable or with saviour I deny nothing