I remember when the dream world said A kiss from you would feel different Light is streaming through the trees now I look up so I don't freak out Is there something about me That mimics a foundry? I can't make anything solid With my hands deep in my pockets Somewhere out in the world, I know There's a woman with slow hands She's knitting a portrait So I can live in it Is there something about me That mimics a foundry? I can't make anything solid Without being consciously honest I wanna wake up with dewdrop tongues In a garden With our clothes off I can't make anything solid I'll be okay I'll be okay I'll find a way To be okay