Squarciagola

So many faces
On the street
Like rivers held back
I want to make
A song
That doesn’t feel like a distraction

Make it so
On my chest
I still see
The person I used to be
Light that
Behind a partition
Seems to want to hide from me

This skin
That wraps around me
Is soft but tight
And if I sing
At the top of my lungs
It’s to drown out the fear

Make it so
On my chest
I still see
The person I used to be
Light that
Behind a partition
Seems to want to hide from me