She calls out, "I love you!" I can hear it through the cracks 
Of these doors, of these walls, as it echoes, bounces back 
It pries my heart open, as the joy does for the children 
For the humble hidden deep within this skin, pouring out, 
Pouring in, pouring out, pouring in, pouring out, pouring in… 

I am driver to the wheel, I am steady, I am swerving 
I am blind, running quickly, I am echo to the sapling 
She calls out to love, "I can hear you through the cracks!" 
And the door to be opened, with a turn-key, with a sighing, 
As slivers fall in splinters, with a rainfall, as a cry 
She call's out to love, "There's an echo I am following, 
I am backwards and evolving 
Concave and expanding 
A whistle to the train 
And the tracks separating 
I am bone-bent and wavering 
Roots deep and unswaying" 
Half her voice bounces back, and the rest escapes 
Through the cracks…