Words are birds Words are snow Words whisper Words don’t make the rain go Wilderness Can’t be done Unfinished Can’t be done Don’t let it touch you Don’t let this touch you
Words are blanks Words are ghosts Words are god Words don’t make the rain go I’m confused By freedom What do you do? With freedom?
I heard them in the dark Heard the things they do I heard the heavy whispers Whispering, ‘don’t let this touch you’
How-how How-how How-how How-how
Don’t let this touch you Don’t Don’t let it touch you Don’t
His glowing face By the stove His orange face Daddy, make the rain go