Could cuss, could not, could count my caesuras Bawling ballads, losing balance, but better off Lost in books as I look for my catachresis As if the words that I'm without are somehow a weakness You stay close, tuck your clarion into your nape Say bibliophile, just stay a while, let's lose our shape I ask you straight if you can explain the etymology Of words we use like familiar fruit to name our bodies What word would I use if I had to choose just one to say What word would I say if I had to explain this disarray I've looked through each page to find your name But it's not in this text Nor it's mine, nor it's theirs Not in any of the books I've read We must make some repairs Rewrite the words again Rewrite the words again A word means what it does until it don't ♪ A word is a warm blanket, a cobweb, a low sunset A word is a worry, a warning, getting lost in a cul-de-sac A word is unheard, a word is unlearned It's living, and it's loving, and it's groping for warmth So stay close, suck smoke I know you've got some tenderness Buried there underneath Like a word that doesn't have meaning yet So we sulk and avoid, bury all of our coins And ask to be grown anew But it's hard to change, it's so hard to change It's so hard to change Will you?