Wet hands,
Blood of my work
Left it for me,
Quietly
Everything is coming our way;
Where do we go from here?
If there is anything you’ve taught me,
Always, it’s been don’t let go
In the breathing room, I’ve let myself lie;
There’s so little to know
Wet skin,
Lions waiting to jump
Let it be,
Softly
Everyone is coming our way;
Where do we see ourselves now?
If there’s anything I’ve taught you,
Even when it was don’t let go
In the broken walls, I’ve always seen structure;
There is so little now
And comparatively I was the first fear you threw at the wall,
And comparatively I was the first one you threw at the wall,
And you’d tell me the lions would come for what was left
And you’d tell me it was just the blood of your work
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