[Intro] [Soft detuned piano, warped tape] [Whispered, doubled voice] Morke. Morke? [Verse 1] I woke up in a borrowed coat, the sleeves too long, the pockets cold. A name was stitched inside the collar. I've been wearing it, I'm told. The mirror keeps a different face. It blinks a second after me. I tell it that I'm sorry. I don't remember what for. [Pre-Chorus] Someone calls it down the hallway, soft, the way you'd call a pet. And I answer, I always answer, just in case I'm what they meant. [Chorus] Is it me? Is it Morke? Is it something in his skin? I keep knocking on my chest to hear if someone's in. Tell me what I am, I'll try to be it. Tell me who I was, and I won't believe it. [Verse 2] My hands know things I never taught them, how to lock a door from the outside. There's soil beneath my fingernails. I don't remember the garden. I count my teeth when no one's looking. Every night there's one more. [Pre-Chorus] Someone laughs behind the wallpaper, someone whispers, "He's getting worse." And I smile the way he used to. I learned it from a photograph. [Chorus] Is it me? Is it Morke? Is it something in his skin? I keep knocking on my chest to hear if someone's in. Tell me what I am, I'll try to be it. Tell me who I was, and I won't believe it. [Post-Chorus] [Group chant] Woo-hoo, woo-hoo Who am I? Woo-hoo, woo-hoo Who am I? [Bridge] [Pitch-shifted doubles, drifting apart] I was a boy. I was a coat on a chair. I was the cold in the corner. I was the one standing there. Nobody saw me come in. Nobody saw me begin. [Silence] [Final Chorus] Is it me? Is it Morke? Is it something in his skin? I keep knocking on my chest [Whispered] and something knocks back from within. Tell me what I am. [Stop] Don't. [Outro] [Warped tape slowing down] [Whispered, doubled voice] Morke. ... Who's that?
