A
I thud on a drum 

E
barely a span long 

Bm                A
the rough barrel-beat 

D
was my cradlesong 


A                  E
You ask why I keep still 

       Bm                         D
why I don't pour it out into the night 

A
You know 

E                     Bm
You know if it rises and floats 

A           E      A       D
It effaces every piece of light 

A                 
Foreign what my lips say 

E                    Bm         D
Foreign my hair, my dress 

A                      E
Foreign what your eyes ask 

Bm                  D
about this strangeness 


A                  E
You ask why I keep still 

Bm                                D
why I don't pour it out into the night 

A
You know 

E                          Bm
You know if it rises and float 

A          E         A       D
It effaces every piece of light 

A                     E
When scream masses on wound 

Bm             D
I want to meet you 

A                E
When the great testimony 

Bm                           D
from your branches trickles down 

A            E
Here my soul grows 
Bm
'til it smashes 
 Bm          A               D
above the scene, the balcony