What would you like to say Isabella?
I'd like to say hello

I made up this philosophy
All these arms holding onto me
The roots swallowing my feet

I know the world has innocents (I know the world has innocents)
And makes me wonder why I'm still on defence
The barbwire in between (the barbwire in between)

With brief of calluses on my fingers
The smell of the rain that stays in the things and
I'm holding my breath as I over through the trees

I crave the rain
To wash me away
Away from the safety, the comfort of this place

Your touch and your taste

Dark small hole inside myself (dark small hole inside myself)
Removed my bangs and planted a oak to revive my health (my health)
'Cause my body is getting older than time

I'm the only one who pulls me back in light
I see energy joining with the weeds
I see the blood nose drip from my chin to my knees

I crave the rain
To wash me away
Away from the safety and the comfort of this place

Lived memories that it makes
Your touch and your taste
Your touch and your taste