Flock of Dimes - Birthplace lyrics

I only have this one body But I write, and I call when I can And in the dust of the infinite lobby I think of you, my friends And my love is not an object That rusts with lack of use Suited perfectly for its purpose As the day I gave it to you It is a fresh page, it is a sharp knife It is a cold call, it is an alibi You are a universe of faces But sometimes I go it alone Fill my arms with what I can carry And my body is my home And if I lock on to a strange face I see an ancient sun, I see my birthplace And forgive me for my silence I forget the follow through And any lie I ever told you Was to seek a better truth You are a suitcase I never unpacked; I am a green shirt that never left your back We live in black and white, on a telephone pole I can read the letters eyes closed