Why is it impossible now
To trace every echo
Back to its birth?
Why is it impossible now
To kiss every fever away?

There is truth that's hiding
Behind every wall that surrounds us
It takes a lifetime
To pull the bricks away

Why is it impossible now to know?
(Is this the way to understand?)

With the weakest of ears
We'll try only to hear
The sound of our voice
Louder than fear of waking up
Alone

Let conversations carry
The unraveling of skin
The ink will pour an answer
In children's handwriting

If all words are cameras
Hold still
Shutters slide to unveil
Fingerprints of angels
And a language made of film
With surgical precision
We'll cut every piece into order
And beneath soft faces
We'll climb halfway to God

Why is it impossible now to know?
(Is this the way to understand?)
Why is it impossible now
To trace every echo
Back to it's birth?