[Verse 1]
Does your sleep song form a finger, foreign tongue?
It’s not how you stand it’s how you’re strung
And did you waste your second lung?

[Verse 2]
Did you stay stern?
The less you talk the more we learn
I’m naked, you’re on your second drink and staring at little paws
And causing pause in conversation
There’s no way to taste this time we’re placed in

[Outro](x3)
You told me it’s all tangible, what comes to you will come to me
You found a cage to rattle and lost the taste, is that all?