The Volume of Things - Bryde

We shared our coats

As the temperature rose like a lump in my throat

A voice drowned out

By the volume of things I won’t talk about

I held it down

Held it down

Turned it ‘round

Smoke me out

Till the air is opaque like my mind in doubt

I’ll breathe you in

Till we share this translucent skin

Hold it down

Hold it down

Come around

Come around

The air in my lungs

The wind in my thighs

Can take us back

To where it began

Version of the earth

Before I can form my own

Buried deep

In the tissue and the bone

All this time

I was weaving your words round my cold insides

To keep me in

Now the last soon is leaving

I tore it out

Tore it out

Called it out

Called it out

The air in my lungs

The wind in my thighs

Can take us back

To where it began

Version of the earth

Is what I can call my own

Rebuild it now

From the tissue and the bone