Fabric
Nicolas Rebscher, Henry George Green
We put fabric on our skin
Fold it back to let the water in
So deep in three years
Can't we speak of what's within
Without consequence
Without all of this?
We're just moving
Hold on
Fractures forming
We're not the only ones
Always moving
Hold on
Sound it slowly
With the hindrance gone
We put fabric on our skin
Coated them from over-sheltering, openings are clear
Can't believe ourselves so thin
Without all of this
We'd be falling in
We're just moving
Hold on
Fractures forming
We're not the only ones
Always moving
Hold on
Sound it slowly
With the hindrance gone