I Want To Be Someone Making Music/with

I Say Yes When I Mean No And The Wrinkle Grows.

Maybe When Your Mother Died Young, You Became Instantly Old.

I'm Not Interested In Who Suffered The Most. I'm Interested In People Getting Over It.

Our Limbs Which Had Already Traveled Far Beyond Her World, Carrying The Click Of Distances In The Smooth, Untroubled Soles Of Their Shoes.

The Hands Are Churches That Worship The World.