| Before And Again |
|---|
| I have to say something if I want to sing |
| But it’s not about the words |
| It’s my voice writhing |
| To a place far from me That my fingers can’t reach |
| And my legs are so tired from all this standing still |
| Standing still |
| All of my dreams are memories |
| That I can’t place to a time or a face |
| But my body knows |
| Of the ribbons and bows |
| That I once was tied in In my mother’s skin |
| Before and again |
| Before and again |
| Before and again |
