All of the markings on a body
A priceless record of moments
Like pages of a diary
A cipher of dots and dashes
A map of memories and winding roads
The skeleton hardens my
Limp muscle, in the cage of bones
Pulsating, quickens the rhythm
It's the beginning, arising suns
And trambling in the corners of lips
Fear has big eyes
I'll wag my finger at it
On the topography of the body
Uninhabited land
With a contour I divide the terrain
I prime, I choose a background
With a permanent ink
Redness suits the look of my face
Without a stencil or a pattern
Passionate, deep down to blood
It's the beginning, arising suns
And trambling in the corners of lips
Fear has big eyes
I'll wag my finger at it
It's the beginning, arising suns
And trambling in the corners of lips
Fear has big eyes
I'll wag my finger at it