You are the voice in my head,
Singing me to sleep
when I lose the thread.

You are the words in my mouth.
No second-hand religion
can take them out.

You are the voice in my head,
Singing me to sleep
When I lose the thread

You are the words in my mouth.
No second-hand religion
can take them out.

There is nothing left.
There is always us.

If there is nothing left
There is always us. (repeated)

If there is nothing left.

(whispered words I couldn’t quite get)

If there is nothing left
There is always us.