What would you like to say Isabella?
I'd like to say hello

I made up this philosophy
All these arms holding onto me
The roots swallowing my feet

I know the world has innocents (I know the world has innocents)
And it makes me wonder why I'm still on the fence
The barbwire in between (the barbwire in between)

With proof of calluses on my fingers
The smell of the rain that stays and it tingers
Holding my breath as I orbit through the trees

I crave the rain
To wash me away
Away from the safety, the comfort of this place

Your touch and your taste

Dug small hole inside myself (dug small hole inside myself)
Remove my bones and plant a okra to revive my health (my health)
'Cause my body is getting older than time

I'm the only one who pulls me back in line
I see energy joining with the leaves
I see the blood nose drip from my chin to my knees

I crave the rain
To wash me away
Away from the safety and the comfort of this place

The rich memories that it makes
Your touch and your taste
Your touch and your taste