So when you know where my parts achenMy dear remove your bladesnAnd tie my heartstrings back againnUntil they unwindnnHow long will my gears turn?nHow deep will my aim burn?nnWait for the sirens to come around againnI’ll hide my hands from the rosenWait for themnI’ll hide my handsnnWill my prints grace every shore?nNo bounds will break my oarsn‘Cause I can see and I can breathe, I’m only hanging overboardnSo read my lips and fill me in cause I am not done breathing yetnnWhy sweeten our tongues, if only salt drips from our brownWhy fill our own lungs, if not a word will make a soundnThere’s no coincidence herenWe wouldn’t climb just to look downnOur words will soundnnTake your time, I’ll take minennI know how hard it is to lift up a tired hand nThat’s wide of the mark and quick in the sandnLift your hand.n