Words and music by Jenn Lindsay

There's nothing new to say,
just new ways to build words.

And those of us who carry the past
are closer to the earth.

Takes a young girl
in an old world, dear.
And our hearts slamming round
is the only sound I hear.

Time you climbed outa bed
to unpack a photograph
Or didn't know how to hold
somebody who asked.

Or met a girl who with every shift
made you want her more.
Or noticed more cuz you're alone
and you want to share it all.

I noticed every hour
that you are something new.
The way you build your words,
the way your hands will move.

I notice that these facts are not
the same as truth.
And when we clutch and build the world
I can't tell who is who.