In Words-Marika Hackman

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[00:00.00]In Words - Marika Hackman
[00:11.59]If we were all born with a pylon between our eyes
[00:27.75]Would we notice the grass
[00:33.88]Through metal bars and siren cries
[00:41.12]I'm running on highways and dust
[00:48.98]I've never been home but I know I must
[01:00.85]If I am a mouth that bit the hand that gave me life
[01:17.00]Then I'll kiss a chord
[01:22.02]Suck from melody my fertile wife
[01:29.54]I'm having some trouble thinking straight
[01:37.85]To put it in words
[01:42.41]I hate to put it in words
[02:07.63]To long for the lark a fickle wish a fleeting wing
[02:23.99]But she won't be caught
[02:30.20]Tethered down and forced to sing
[02:36.75]I'm having some trouble seeing clear
[02:44.88]I'll never get home I fear
[02:56.36]And I must be left for a little while to walk my road
[03:12.66]The ways back are shut now
[03:18.64]And I'll be left to tread alone
[03:25.88]I want to go home