If we could breath once
I could hear their tongue
If I could see your voice
I could touch what you've sung
But the sounds are so stuck
In my sight cut sweet
I can accept bad luck
Love the hate of defeat
And the air of your eyes
It falls like blue rain
Until my wishes die
And my mind can’t complain
Only to fall up again
And now I’m poised
Under your stinging lids
Moist with noise
Dry with silence that lives
Inside our voice
