I refuse to stumble out of doorways
My whole heart is in my legs now, in my feet
Though my thighs swing easy from my hips
The efforts of it’s hidden in me deep

My whole heart is in my legs now, in my feet
The last memory of your voice is finally fading
The effort of it’s hidden in me deep
Replacing words with rhythm of my heels now

The last memory of your voice is finally fading
I am six inches taller than when we met
Replacing words with the rhythm of my heels now
I need to raise the mirror on the wall

I am six inches taller than when we met
Mostly I try to rearrange things
I need to raise the mirror on the wall
These empty rooms are filled with blindness.