memory come when memory's old 

i am never the first to know 

following this stream up north 

where do people like us float? 

there is room in my lap 

for bruises, asses, handclaps 

i will never disappear 

for forever, i'll be here 

whispering 

morning keep the streets empty for me 

morning keep the streets empty for me 

i'm laying down, eating snow 

my fur is hot, my tongue is cold 

on a bed of spider web 

i think of how to change myself 

a lot of hope in one man tent 

there's no room for innocence 

so take me home before the storm 

velvet mites will keep us warm 

whispering 

morning keep the streets empty for me 

morning keep the streets empty for me 

whispering 

morning keep the streets empty for me 

morning keep the streets empty for me 

uncover our heads and reveal our souls 

we were hungry before we were born 

uncover our heads and reveal our souls 

we were hungry before we were born 

uncover our heads and reveal our souls 

we were hungry before we were born 

uncover our heads and reveal our souls 

we were hungry before we were born