I know when my fingers start growing
That I will be hungry in time

I know that the kites in the canopy
Will be there for a long, long time

'cause they come from a part
That's no known

I guess that the liquid inside of me
Is made from the water of clouds

I know that the corner I'm in
Will make be embarrassed in time

'cause it comes from a place
I don't know

There's nothing, there's nothing
Quite to it, I'll just be hungry a lot

The whisper that will be unfolding
It will be a building at last

'cause it comes from a place
I don't know