Lyrics

Here, in the orange, in the orange room – here, in the wood-slatted underfoot, under sky, and I sleep, and I breathe, and I brush in feathers what I wish to become, come over here – and here, in the orange, in the blue-colored boxes – shapes fall away, become double-decker yellow green and grey tetrahedron, break tethered meter between, and you break on your pillow as you break down the shapes of yourself, of your faces, disentangle voices from the spool of a loom, pull apart all the voi-voi-voices, pull apart my heart, my heart, my hearing comes from the blue, from the orange boxes… and there, in the padded place where I fell into, when I first dropped in, I fell into you there – little padding heard all my tested cries, testing out, caught in the shadows, door is cracked, and I'm blinded by the opening step, as it falls into the new… here, in the orange, in the salmon space of boxes, deep are the walls, and made of paper-mache – drowned is the shape, is the hope of what could be deep in the light, thick as the nest to which I disentangle, holding to a candle that you hold, too – and I'll hold into you… and there, in the padded place where I fell into, when I first dropped in, I fell into you there – little padding heard all my tested cries, testing out, caught in the shadows, door cracked, and I'm blinded by the opening step, as it falls into the new… here in the speak, speakin' house, speak, speak it out, you taught me well, you taught me to tell my heart from the loom, from the thoughts of what you'd do, and I do, and I do here, in the speak, speak it out… you taught me well…