I gave you almost everything. There was nothing that I couldn’t leave. I try to listen, I try to hear but there’s only ringing in my ears. What is it that I can’t see, did I poke you where you’re bleeding? I woke up by a gentle wind singing in my hair. The animals had died then, as it had always been foreseen. Then I heard the words, too dark for anyone to hold. Will my kid ever forgive me? Did I poke you where you’re bleeding? Did I poke you where you’re bleeding? I know you well, I hear your name and your despair even in the distance. Out of water, out of fun, it’s so damaging and provoking. Did I poke you where you’re bleeding? Did I do that to you? The buried always grows around, alive or killed, it always will appear above some surface. Pushing me away to bring me in? Did I poke you where you’re bleeding? Did I poke you where you’re bleeding? The birds that scatter when you talk are lifted from my heart. They escape across the sky like something broken. I sing to bring you here. And I don’t know my powers, I ride on an ocean's back, grey and everlasting. How does the distance taste? I sing to bring you here. I want the whales to reveal themselves, I need to know of their existence. The violence in a human; consuming, sharp and raw. Privileged enough to not admit her privilege. But everything will reach an end, each sentence, our sleep, the sun and the flowers. Cause the land does not belong to us. Steaming fruits, sinking into grass, facing the earth, embraced or eaten, in a kiss or screaming. Take me and lead me away, take me home. My light is here but I don’t know the reason, a mother for my hunger when I get hungry. Take me and lead me away, take me home. The trees stand as a forest, black lines against the white. It’s a texture I relate to. I’m on the other side, but I want to feel my body, maybe like it was. Did I poke you where you’re bleeding? I want you and I don’t want you, it’s always there between us. You’re flying closer to the sun. There’s nothing I can do to change that and it used to not concern us. Did I poke you where you’re bleeding? Did I poke you where you’re bleeding? The birds that scatter when you talk are lifted from my heart. They escape across the sky like something broken. I sing to bring you here. And I don’t know my powers, I ride on an ocean's back, grey and everlasting. How does the distance taste? I sing to bring you here. I want the whales to reveal themselves, I need to know of their existence.