I'll never feel the sun
Our lake is heavy with walls
All leaks across the page
I'll never bow my head
Breathe into yesterday's kinship
La voix qui est cher a moi
This clock is not a cage
To fossilize our soul's face
It all leaks across the page
On the surface of the lake
It begins to feel like I might win
The hallway always spins
It's falling out of place again
Too rare to die
Too strange to live long
Breathe in yesterday's kinships
La voix qui est cher a moi