Lyrics

This wood, this structure, these words, got sick This room, before us, these windows, how thick This wood, this structure, these words, got sick This room, before us, that sentence, those bricks As if words have no memory As if words never go anywhere As if you can just choose them randomly And they won't take you to court for that As if words do not have a body As if you can't leave a bruise on their soul As if words never wait for a traffic light As if words never shout: "hey, watch out!" As if words never hide from the rain and wink At their image in the windowpane As if words cannot dance with the sun rays Or throw up after just being raped As if words do not have a history As if the wind can just blow them away As if you can go back, and hide all traces As if you don't really mean what you say