I have to say something if I want to sing
But it's not about the words
It's my voice rising

To a place far from me
That my fingers can't reach
And my legs are so tired from all this standing

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 hose
That I once was tied in
In my mother's skin

Before and again
Before and again
Before and again