Between Us
So you're climbing down to the bottom of the ladder
And you're making sense of the way your legs straddle the ground
They always straddle the ground
And we're taking note of the way our bodies move
And everything within me's screaming this is too soon
But I think everything is
I don't know your parents
I don't know your language
I don't know what you're made of
Any more than you do
So we're leaning back just to see what we fall into
But what's falling without knowing what the hell you will bump into
And I like being upside down
And we're making fun of the way our heads are angled
And I'm dizzy and I'm worried that my ankle bones are frail
And I keep jumping up and down
I don't know your parents
I don't know your language
I don't know what you're made of
Any more than you do
Closing gaps that we never really noticed
And I'm watching all the ways that the air between us closes
And I like being turned around
Holding up about a thousand different pages
And I'm still just soaking in that the book has been created at all
I don't know your parents
I don't know your language
And I don't know what you're made of
Any more than you do
And you're making sense of the way your legs straddle the ground
They always straddle the ground
And we're taking note of the way our bodies move
And everything within me's screaming this is too soon
But I think everything is
I don't know your parents
I don't know your language
I don't know what you're made of
Any more than you do
So we're leaning back just to see what we fall into
But what's falling without knowing what the hell you will bump into
And I like being upside down
And we're making fun of the way our heads are angled
And I'm dizzy and I'm worried that my ankle bones are frail
And I keep jumping up and down
I don't know your parents
I don't know your language
I don't know what you're made of
Any more than you do
Closing gaps that we never really noticed
And I'm watching all the ways that the air between us closes
And I like being turned around
Holding up about a thousand different pages
And I'm still just soaking in that the book has been created at all
I don't know your parents
I don't know your language
And I don't know what you're made of
Any more than you do
Credits
Writer(s): Sidney Amos
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