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