I’ll no longer hide it;
Yes you move me to tears over and over
Every time I get it settled you excite it
Every time I get my face dry you sing:

“It’s not meant to be a strife,
It’s not meant to be a [bad word] uphill”

Now I know I’ll no longer fight it [bad word] on in little floating head. The door”
Who are you? Who are you? Who [bad word] to fill this room? [bad word] on [bad word] in.

I’ll no longer hide it;
Yes the way you say it stirs me to the core
Every time, no matter what, no matter who I think you are
Every time I hear you say “undo”, I do
And the tears fall, and the universe is shown
But who are you, voice in headphones?