So when you know where my parts ache   My dear remove your blades   And tie my heartstrings back again   Until they unwind      How long will my gears turn?   How deep will my aim burn?      Wait for the sirens to come around again   I’ll hide my hands from the rose   Wait for them   I’ll hide my hands      Will my prints grace every shore?   No bounds will break my oars   ‘Cause I can see and I can breathe, I’m only hanging overboard   So read my lips and fill me in cause I am not done breathing yet      Why sweeten our tongues, if only salt drips from our brow   Why fill our own lungs, if not a word will make a sound   There’s no coincidence here   We wouldn’t climb just to look down   Our words will sound      Take your time, I’ll take mine      I know how hard it is to lift up a tired hand    That’s wide of the mark and quick in the sand   Lift your hand.