We put a bench at the end of the field
So we can meet at the bench and whisper
Things we are afraid to say out loud.
Here is my mouth
There is yours.
We feed each other
Names and cures.
My body ends where
Your body begins.
I held a rock in my hand
You once said you want to store it in your throat
So I put my hand on your mouth,
and put my mouth on your skin.
I keep repeating as I talk.
You nod politely.
Track Name: Grand Theft Nothing
Rob me of all my senses
Still wonder what's your intention
Look at me like a human
You make me feel so weak.