Lirieke: Frames. Burn the Maps. A Caution to the Birds.

Body's not secure
The truth will not absorb
And this crumbling apart
Is no good for you at all

Sound, there's order in the sound
The sound that you don't know
Sound, there's order in the sound
The sound that you don't know

With eyes that never look
Past this moment under foot
And this reading in the cards
Is a caution to the birds

Sound, there's order in the sound
The sound that you don't know
Sound, there's order in the sound
The sound that you don't know

Sound, there's order in the sound
The sound that you don't know
Sound, there's order in the sound
The sound that you don't know