Clues

There are clues hidden in the neck

there are hints frozen in the bone

in the way that we walk

and the way that we talk

there are clues frozen in our bones

There are pasts weighted to be reasons

they are birds clawing to be home

well they wing over here

while they wish they were there

they are birds clawing to be home

There are hints hidden in the corridor

there are words

clambering to be known

whispering over, clambering over

there are words

there is truth that this is an illusion

there's a lie, the lie is that I've known

in the ways that we sniff

in the ways that we moan

there's a lie, the lie is that I've known

there are hints hidden in the corridor

there are words

clambering to be known

whispering over, clambering over

there are words

there are clues that have

settled from the neck

there are hints that have

risen from the bone

whispering over, clambering over

there are words

whispering over, clambering over

there are clues

In the ways that we walk

in the ways that we talk

there are clues

that have risen from the bone

Words & Music © 2006  by Aaron Mayer Frankel