[Verse 1]
Through loving I'm discovering details about
Myself
Toward the centre of remembering, an
Immigrant, a consonant
Sounds that mark my words
[Verse 2]
I put my hand on your thigh
Your hand then came inside
"Sewing her skin together as I sew mine."
In my memory we're so many things
Sounds that mark our words
[Bridge]
In the house there is a bed
Around the door there is a frame
[Verse 3]
This engine, this desire
An impulse to remake a world
That no one has imagines
To enunciate the feeling of
Sounds that mark our words