And yes,
we do have words, we
won't stop and, you're
hanging from crooked copper
wires and nobody even sees
the pain; it bites you,
it is alive.

And when the clock
does stop ticking,
the blue bird will say
we are one we are one
we are one we are one,

over and over; it
won't stop, it's
this disease that
comes in tiny boxes and
broken rooms and

let us love,
let us love.