I know when my fingers start growing That I will be hungry in time I know that the kites in the canopy Will be there for a long, long time 'cause they come from a part That's no known I guess that the liquid inside of me Is made from the water of clouds I know that the corner I'm in Will make be embarra**ed in time 'cause it comes from a place I don't know There's nothing, there's nothing Quite to it, I'll just be hungry a lot The whisper that will be unfolding It will be a building at last 'cause it comes from a place I don't know