there are words on the ceiling, there are words on the floor
there are words in my body I can’t take anymore
I have begged to be borrowed but to never be had
for I know who I am and there is no turning back
believe me I have wandered and betrayed my own heart
but Hell could never keep me from my falling apart
in the dust at the bottom of whatever I’ve left
I will find a whole body that is made of Your breath