Word

Step over, step over
To my side, to my side
Things grow here, I am you
Feel lonely, but better you
Melt the letters, downwards
Aimless words, rambling sentences
Turn the sheets, step aside
A dizzy flash of ancient knives
As it begins, grains of dust
Though even too alive
There’s a gutter, and there’s the trench
There’s the groove, and there’s the channel
All the things that split us up
Are soft-spoken
We can’t get a word in
No processions, no processions
Hide your rings, hide your rings
Look to the water, go to the water
The little fish, they welcome you better
What’s the matter, smile for me
Smile for me and your family
You’re in the paper
Turn the sheets, step aside
A dizzy flash of ancient knives
As it begins, grains of dust
Though even too alive
There’s a gutter, and there’s the trench
There’s the groove, and there’s the channel
All the things that split us up
Are soft-spoken
We can’t get a word in
Turn the sheets, step aside
A dizzy flash of ancient knives
As it begins, grains of dust
Though even too alive
There’s the gutter, and there’s the trench
There’s the groove, and there’s the channel
All the things that split us up
Are soft-spoken
We can’t get a word in