Word - Lowly

Step over, step over

To my side, to my side

Things grow here, I am you

Feel lonely, but better you

Melt the letters, downwards

Aimless words, rambling sentences

Turn the sheets, step aside

A dizzy flash of ancient knives

As it begins, grains of dust

Though even too alive

There’s a gutter, and there’s the trench

There’s the groove, and there’s the channel

All the things that split us up

Are soft-spoken

We can’t get a word in

No processions, no processions

Hide your rings, hide your rings

Look to the water, go to the water

The little fish, they welcome you better

What’s the matter, smile for me

Smile for me and your family

You’re in the paper

Turn the sheets, step aside

A dizzy flash of ancient knives

As it begins, grains of dust

Though even too alive

There’s a gutter, and there’s the trench

There’s the groove, and there’s the channel

All the things that split us up

Are soft-spoken

We can’t get a word in

Turn the sheets, step aside

A dizzy flash of ancient knives

As it begins, grains of dust

Though even too alive

There’s the gutter, and there’s the trench

There’s the groove, and there’s the channel

All the things that split us up

Are soft-spoken

We can’t get a word in