Is There Anything on Me That Doesn ́t Speak?

歌詞

Joan of Arc follows me around Australia I hear her voice in my head And catch bits of nature in my mouth: Rotting leaves, bird shit, mud, flood water I can smell what's there on the inside Oslo, March: Quiet Words enter me from everywhere. In Brisbane In December it was rain, the rain was still rain We couldn't hide from it. I sought comfort between supermarket shelves and in cafes But the water followed us everywhere And we put on the fan in the hotel room And it sounded like a shower, possessed My leather shoes crumbled Fabrics unravelled around our bodies My skin breathed in and out I woke in the night to hear our pores heave I was a thousand little mouths, a thousand baby birds Eggs hatching, skin breaking I ran my hands over my body to hush them I cut my finger nails and cut off their beaks Is there anything on me that doesn't speak? One night I spat in my sleep during the daytime I kept everything in, smoking cigarettes to dry A struggle, inhaling in your honour My body is an effigy, a hearth of some kind I reach for the lighter Flames rise and press against my lips When I speak, I hear your voice and catch Twigs and pieces of coal in my mouth When I speak I catch your disease