Just let your eyes walk on his tongue
His wife is dead she doesn't see
Voices raise to emptiness
Arms reaching back to face the face
Children stand to the length of his waist
Dirt swept
We shiver with our mouths to the ground
To the flower
Dancers shout the dead language of thieves
Dreams are omission, they fall deliberately
They fall deliberately...
Let the sky scream suffocation
If you can't move, you can't breathe...
Voices raise to emptiness
Arms reaching back to face the face... the face..
To face the face...
Not me, dead girl dressed in white
This is not healthy
Eyes, sanitation, sin, it could be you
It could be you...
Mouth to mouth, face to face..
you can't get out
if you're already there
It's alway been you... been you...