I'm leaving soon
To the edge of this room
To the steam of my years

To the depth of those fears

I'm stealing the weakness

Of the children who stare
The moment I leave
I'll do it aware


Aware of the shoes I used to bruise
Refused and confused (X2)


Thank you, pages
For the sounds I've been given

I'll take them with me
Hang them all on my ceiling.


Aware of the end (X2)

The rear window My rear window

That which moves me And makes me swallow.