Lyrics

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