[Intro] [Muted clean electric guitar] [Slow bass pulse] [Dry restrained drums] [Verse 1] Some people live by consonants, Some people breathe in vowels. You couldn’t help but notice her — She laughed inside her sleep. I thought, she cuts beneath the skin So easily, so deep, Not knowing that the skin she marks Is mine for her to keep. And if she ever wakes at all, There’s one thing I would need: Her name. [Verse 2] I’d like to know where she came from, Where she goes back at night, Whose door gives way beneath the key She carries out of sight. Why she remembers almost nothing, Yet somehow knows too much. If someone searched her coat and pockets, Someone would get promoted for the catch. [Chorus] She knows too much, She says too little. She walks like someone Used to standing in the middle. She keeps her scars Like pages no one reads. And when she says the word “love,” I see blood on her teeth. [Verse 3] If she wrote down every wound She ever had to wear, That book would travel hand to hand Like scripture everywhere. Men would read it late at night And feel the weight of blame, Then burn it in the capital Before they start another war again. [Verse 4] Men don’t need to know the ending, They only need a cause. Give them everything they wanted — They’ll fill it up with loss. When they speak about what’s ours, They usually
