[Verse]
A jagged piece of metal
Keeps the world out with a twist
We descend step by step, I nearly trip
A scratchy glove encompasses my wrist
The warmest grasp, our fingers in a twist
I grab your hand, hold onto it like a rein
We travel miles or turn onto Avenue 8
Our world is violent, overgrown with fear and hatred
You can try to carve your own space
For somebody louder to just take anyway
But I get you, do you
Get me too?
Because I want to
Do you too?
Now I’ve found a soft-
Now I've found a soft clay-
Now I've found a soft clay spot to nest-
Now I've found a soft clay spot to-