| Lyrics: | We look up, silently
Without quite music
My face four days old
You look
newborn
There's fear in your frown, like mine
No distance away
Noticing
your hand
Half round my head
And on my face
Protecting me, protecting me
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Afraid of your frown, don't change
For me expressions
A button undone
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The earth that's on my back
And in my hair
Portraying me, portraying me
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You're so clean, untouched
Like me experience possessed
She breathes so tence
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Flexes her hand
Don't relax
Projecting me, projecting me. |
