Tune-Yards
Who Are You
The science is cold
Roughly one half or three quarters we're told
Communion is old
But what makes a community whole?

So much is invisible to me
So much I may not ever see
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?

The science is cool
Twenty-three percent as a general rule
Generations pretend
Shut our eyes and hold our breath till it ends

Oh, my thoughts are not my own
But born of trauma deep in cellular stone
And who are you?
Who are you?

You
Who are you?
Who are you?
The science is cold
The science is cold

(It's okay, it's okay, all you gotta do is pay attention)