Paroles de la chanson The Body Remembers par Annabelle Dinda
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Paroles de la chanson The Body Remembers par Annabelle Dinda
When I slammed my knuckle in the pantry door
Whispering "grow up" like a mantra, fetal on the floor
I thought, "The body remembers, of course it does"
Yet, I'm still surprised every time I get cut
And yes, I know the answers to like two whole things
But I can talk until my mouth hurts, 'til my lips dry sting
Because the body remembers, the body creates
And the mind is the body, even though that seems fake
But what if that feeling I get sometimes
Where I could hold my lungs in my hand
Whispering "grow up" like a mantra, fetal on the floor
I thought, "The body remembers, of course it does"
Yet, I'm still surprised every time I get cut
And yes, I know the answers to like two whole things
But I can talk until my mouth hurts, 'til my lips dry sting
Because the body remembers, the body creates
And the mind is the body, even though that seems fake
But what if that feeling I get sometimes
Where I could hold my lungs in my hand
My tongue and my temples, each taken apart
And newly reassembled means something?
Means that I am a specialized record
And if I just spin out with some effort, I land
No map and no tour guide, in cells and in sand
That knew me before I existed
When you took your scissors to the yellowed edge
With your eyes and hands persuading, the blade at my head
I thought, "The body remembers, we've been over that"
Yet I'm still surprised when I hate who looks back
And I don't know the answers but I'm always struck
By how I talk until my mouth hurts, 'til the phone hangs up
And newly reassembled means something?
Means that I am a specialized record
And if I just spin out with some effort, I land
No map and no tour guide, in cells and in sand
That knew me before I existed
When you took your scissors to the yellowed edge
With your eyes and hands persuading, the blade at my head
I thought, "The body remembers, we've been over that"
Yet I'm still surprised when I hate who looks back
And I don't know the answers but I'm always struck
By how I talk until my mouth hurts, 'til the phone hangs up
Because the body remembers, the body breaks down
And the mind is the body, wish it wasn't right now
But what if that feeling I get sometimes
Where I could hold my lungs in my hand
My tongue and my temples, each taken apart
And newly reassembled means something?
Means that I am a specialized record
And if I just spin out with some effort, I land
No map and no tour guide, in cells and in sand
That knew me before I existed
And I'll shave my fingerprints off
And I'll lose some teeth, or a strand of hair
I'll dig my cheeks 'til they're gaunt
Change my DNA just to prove that I'm there
Oh, I'll be here 'cause I'm gone
And the mind is the body, wish it wasn't right now
But what if that feeling I get sometimes
Where I could hold my lungs in my hand
My tongue and my temples, each taken apart
And newly reassembled means something?
Means that I am a specialized record
And if I just spin out with some effort, I land
No map and no tour guide, in cells and in sand
That knew me before I existed
And I'll shave my fingerprints off
And I'll lose some teeth, or a strand of hair
I'll dig my cheeks 'til they're gaunt
Change my DNA just to prove that I'm there
Oh, I'll be here 'cause I'm gone
Pain's not a factor, pain is a fact, I'm a reactor
Sensory sprawling, manual input
I should just call it, I should
But what if that feeling I get sometimes
Where I could hold my lungs in my hand
My tongue and my temples, each taken apart
And newly reassembled means something?
Means that I am a specialized record
And if I just spin out with some effort, I land
No map and no tour guide, in cells and in sand
That knew me before I
Sensory sprawling, manual input
I should just call it, I should
But what if that feeling I get sometimes
Where I could hold my lungs in my hand
My tongue and my temples, each taken apart
And newly reassembled means something?
Means that I am a specialized record
And if I just spin out with some effort, I land
No map and no tour guide, in cells and in sand
That knew me before I
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