We hang our flesh on the products of our bones   Of hot steel to stone, for our frames until we can    Distinguish our breath from our words   The prayer from the verse   The lie from the curse   Oh and how can you hear?   If my words will not sound   But instead find ways to starve your ears      Oh    If you could and if you would   Show me again, show me again where my pieces fit   And every breach is knit   Once I ordinate my coordinates   (With) Air in the lung    A slip of the tongue    Will I fall away?   Chemicals that conjugate   Will help my arms…      Set me straight    Once again until I    Have all my limbs arranged   (No) Face to face until we have faces   Face to face until then      How unaccomplished visions seem to mock my dreams   When eyes and ears tangle in the crease      I’m   In the wake and on my way   Coming along, coming along as the dots connects   And every line is met   With air in the lung   A slip of the tongue   Will I fall away?   Oh I know why, oh I know   So I know why, so why ask?      With clear wits and ready tongues   Our own words betray our lungs   Much like how we must learn to crawl before walk   We must learn to speak before we talk      Until that word finds a sound   Of what we think we mean   We can’t meet face to face   Till we have faces