History

All I want is to hold a little piece
Of HISTORY between my teeth
It’s cold and hard like mother’s grief
I’d risk it all just to feel my burning skin
The water’s cool and closing in
The dark pulls black and let it in
And the crawling tongue of fear
Exactly at your ear
At night!
And the only risk you take
Is that all of your mistakes survive
All the time, as I’ve tried to understand
I realized what I believe has moved again
And what are we, is not bones and blood and tears
We’re memories in perfect fruits of who we’ve been
And the crawling tongue of fear
That’s softly at your ear
At night!
And the only risk you take
Is that all of your mistakes survive
All I want is to hold a little piece
Of HISTORY between my teeth
It’s cold and hard like mother’s grief
You know I’d risk it all just to feel my burning skin
The water’s cool and closing in
The dark pulls black and let it in
And what are we, is not bones and blood and tears
We’re memories in perfect fruits of who we’ve been
And we could try, and we could crawl
And we could die, and we will crawl