Trace the scar lines with your fingers. Press down on the broken skin the blood wells up under your nails. These broken bones and scattered starlight growing. These broken bones and shattered starlight growing.
It's so good to feel, It's so good to feel, to hold and enfold.
Lines and powerlines, oh just let us feel. So much brick so much grey, A caged bird longs fly away. Your broken voice takes my static away. Your broken voice takes my static away.