[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