The Volume Of Things

We shed our coats
As the temperature rose like a lump in my throat
A voice drowned out
By the volume of things I won't talk about

I held it down
Held it down
Turned it 'round

Smoke me out
Till the air is opaque like my mind in doubt
I'll breathe you in
Till we share this translucent skin

Hold it down
Hold it down
Come around
Come around

The air in my lungs
The wind in my sails
Could take us back to where it began
A version appeared
Before I could form my own
And buried deep in the tissue and the bone

All this time
I was weaving your words 'round my cold insides
To keep me in
Now the lasso is leaving

I tore it out
Tore it out
Called it out
Called it out

The air in my lungs
The wind in my sails
Could take us back to where it began
A version appears
This one I can call my own
Rebuild it now from the tissue and the bone