The Plethora Project

Find you when you born
It isn’t me in the glass box
It isn’t me...

Kiss the sky where you’ve been
Snaking on green purple skin
Find you where I begin.

And if this is shame
Look at my heart
(And) if these eyes agree
I’ll find you when you born.

Find you when you born
It isn’t me in the glass box
I’m double talk shaped words.

Find you in the storm
I hate to drain my tears alone
Find me when I get burnt.

And if this is a flare
Look at my heart
And if these eyes agree
I’ll find us where we were born.