What's worth saying?
What's worth keeping?
Should I speak my truth and get you running?
The air is thick, thick from the old trial end.
Steadying my step and giving it meaning.
So you think
you've understood.
Waiting for my words to wash you open.
Waiting for my words to wash you open.
But what's burning there?
The sight that it ran free.
That it couldn't be you to forget about me.
It's the weight of being late and it's wringing my neck.
And you're looking for patterns in all of this.
So you think
you've understood.
Caught me on the move,
on the lookout.
And
you're waiting for my words to wash you open.
Waiting for my words to wash you open.
But what's burning there?
What's worth saying?
What's worth keeping?
Should I speak my truth and get you running?
The air is thick, thick from the old trial end.
Steadying my step and giving it meaning.
So you think
you've understood.
Caught me on the move, on the lookout.
And you're waiting for my words to wash you open.
Waiting for my words to wash you open.
And that just me.