Many Henry - Learning to Gesture Again Lyrics

It was my triumph to aid in your war
Speaking tongues with my head on the floor
Practicing moves for the holiest day
The day I can finally say
That I don't hate myself this way
Tasting the juice of the fruit from the day
A golden intention, and sullied invention
My wound is thus my fate

Oh, it seems to me
That the garden I planted for you turned to sour manure
But are you sure
That I even love myself just 'cause I'm dancing at night
Life's astounding these hearts in the world

Oh, I will love
I am reborn
I will be more
Yes I am sure
I will grow
You will know
We'll take it slow