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.