We hang our flesh on the products of our bones Of hot steel to stone, for our frames until we can Distinguish our breath from our words The prayer from the verse The lie from the curse Oh and how can you hear? If my words will not sound But instead find ways to starve your ears Oh If you could and if you would Show me again, show me again where my pieces fit And every breach is knit Once I ordinate my coordinates (With) Air in the lung A slip of the tongue Will I fall away? Chemicals that conjugate Will help my arms… Set me straight Once again until I Have all my limbs arranged (No) Face to face until we have faces Face to face until then How unaccomplished visions seem to mock my dreams When eyes and ears tangle in the crease I'm In the wake and on my way Coming along, coming along as the dots connects And every line is met With air in the lung A slip of the tongue Will I fall away? Oh I know why, oh I know So I know why, so why ask? With clear wits and ready tongues Our own words betray our lungs Much like how we must learn to crawl before walk We must learn to speak before we talk Until that word finds a sound Of what we think we mean We can't meet face to face Till we have faces