Penny - The Upping Hand lyrics

... if time were acrobatic, I'd have used the centuries-leap technique, too... Chorus 2x: Color me behind a rib And watch me contrast But pull the hair away from my face And notice our common eye color It's a rope's end in both directions And sometimes it's hard to choose which tug escapes the mud And these footprints have piled up all the while you've floated ahead I've given up on the shoe-size excuse But can finally wrap my fingers around the sole rests upon my palms- And, no, my life's lives weren't carved about as crops It's the inked-up wall That papercut the halves unevenly And can still be smeared with the same human hands We were all born bare-foot And thought to live in the closet-space our neighbors shared- But the trapdoors have always been there for the making manual and the octave options I'm still trying to calculate how to roam about freely- Dodging the weightless documents and their comfortable-stepping words I divorce the under-hand And can still exchange my love the same If I'm to be a half, then let me be that way... Chorus 2x: Color me behind a rib And watch me contrast But pull the hair away from my face And notice our common eye color I couldn't find a pen for this So I scratched it in with my thumbnail And pressed hard enough in hopes to indent the following pages I wasn't built by weaker hands And the curves don't mark a carving-away-from- They're just directions toward a freshness -a lifting head right through the roof And the sketchings of a new floor plan (so that the paths reset themselves) And then... a living-space division by: The body not its science- Color me behind a rib And watch me contrast But pull the hair away from my face And notice our common eye color I know the comfort of the under-lid air But think it's best to break through, and notice: The formula behind the range of handwidth stains I simply can't stand Beneath The line But had to wrap around it once My single attempt to palm-collect And tie together the birth of every breath Until my voice acts as a firework And all its burstings match...