Mecklenburg - Audrey

Child

You have branches in your hair been

Morning their quiet

His small voice

Been living a steady low

Hand or knife

Child remove the dirt from your cheeks

Turning clinging vines into brick walls

I hear mumbling

But I'm deaf and dumb

So I bite my tongue

And swallow it's sickness

Though you're definitely the best

And I wouldn't mind

Come hold my hand

It's enough it's enough

Your reflection is me

Stick around stick around

Come hold my hand

It's enough it's enough

Your reflection is me

Stick around stick around

Come hold my hand

It's enough it's enough

Your reflection is me

Stick around stick around

Come

Come

Come and it's all closer

Come

Come

Come and it's all closer

Come

Come

Come and it's all closer