I listen
To you speak
My body gives nothing away
My stride stays the same
But a puncture
The size of your words

Is here in my chest
A floodgate of breath

Braille
Bile
The twist of a stomach
A blue dye
To show up the fault lies, the old signs

I listen
To you speak
The words lose their shape
The streets lose their names

And a river
Of talk
Is filling your mouth
It's drowning us out

Braille
Bile
The twist of a stomach
A blue dye
To show up the fault lies, the old signs

Braille
Bile
The twist of a stomach
A blue dye
To show up the fault lies, the old signs