Our hearts in caves like hands in gloves
Nothing will touch or be touched
Like hands on drums or eyes in dark
Our hearts beat in caves and moments
Yet still they're stars or holes in cloth
Our hearts are hidden by not lost
Our souls in caves like air in lungs
They come and go knowing it all
We walk our streets the world wreathes our street
Empty then full the moon and sky
No nails could hold the whipping wind
So our souls don't join in our sins