My palm sinks into the cold of the wall And every forgotten fingertip rises to meet mine Skin that once pressed here still trembles inside I feel their memory push back Nothing that touched this world has ever left Cutis Meminit Die Haut erinnert sich I rest my hand on the table where strangers ate The wood answers with the weight of their elbows Nerves under the grain keep flexing in silence Old blood heat still lives in the grain lines I cannot lift my fingers without taking them with me Manus omnis in materia manet Tactus numquam moritur. Corpus memorat quod caro reliquit Nullus tactus umquam perit My palm sinks into the cold of the wall And every forgotten fingertip rises to meet mine Skin that once pressed here still trembles inside I feel their memory push back Nothing that touched this world has ever left Cutis Meminit Die Haut erinnert sich I press my forehead to the window at night Glass returns the heat of faces long gone hands that watched storms still watch through my touch Their waiting settles into my own I carry their pressure wherever I walk Die Hand bleibt im Stein begraben Jede Berührung wohnt weiter Nichts vergisst den Druck der Haut Wir sind nie allein mit dem Material My palm sinks into the cold of the wall And every forgotten fingertip rises to meet mine Skin that once pressed here still trembles inside I feel their memory push back Nothing that touched this world has ever left Cutis Meminit Die Haut erinnert sich Omnis tactus in aeternum resonat Ilputum ul innassi Materia custos manuum est Ilputum ul innassi Corpus mundi non obliviscitur Ilputum ul innassi Die Haut der Welt antwortet immer Qātu ša ilput ul tabbal Jede Generation lebt im Druck weiter Qātu ša ilput ul tabbal Nichts löst sich jemals ganz Qātu ša ilput ul tabbal Yes Cutis Meminit Yes Die Haut erinnert sich I close my fist around the doorknob at dusk Metal remembers the twist of every wrist Bones that turned it still turn inside mine I open the door and they open it with me The hinge sings with voices I never knew My palm sinks into the cold of the wall And every forgotten fingertip rises to meet mine Skin that once pressed here still trembles inside I feel their memory push back Nothing that touched this world has ever left Cutis Meminit Die Haut erinnert sich My palm sinks into the cold face of the wall And every forgotten fingertip rises to meet it mine Skin that once pressed here still trembles inside the stone I feel their breath push back against my own Nothing that touched this world has ever left it Full Album: https://suno.com/playlist/02a658c7-87db-4b9e-aeac-d13c445633ce
