Don't let this touch you
Don't let this touch you
Words are birds
Words are snow
Words whisper
Words don't make the rain go
Wilderness, can't be done
Unfinished, can't be done
Don't let it touch you
Don't let this touch you
Words are blanks
Words are ghost
Words are God
Words don't make the rain go
I'm confused, by freedom
What do you do? With freedom?
I heard them in the dark
Heard the things they do
I heard the heavy whispers
Whispering: 'Don't let this touch you'
How, how
How, how
How, how
How, how
Don't let this touch you
Don't let it touch you
His glowing face
By the stove
His orange face
Daddy, make the rain go

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