To birth a song, eh
To understand it and know what it's like
One must open up the prayer
Be free from judgment
Set fire to their home, let it burn
And take off their clothes for all to see
I hear it, then I listen to it, then I birth it
Have the guts and room to die
To die of an embrace
To speak above knowledge
To make a song, eh
One's heart must
Speak up and notice
Some little thing and stretch it out
Set fire to their home
Have the guts and room to die
And be reborn...
And be reborn...
Have the guts and room to die
Die of embraces