How would it be if becoming were a noun
We could build tiny cities out of its very sound
And though they'd always be falling they would never hit the ground

We need a third option to calm this pull
That the closet will stay cluttered is inevitable
So tell your truth, tell your beauty it's unanswerable

How we form our mouths in perfect words
But the sound we go to make is always gone
Because the way we are inside ourselves
Is never like the way we are in song
The way we are in song

We really aren't lying when we say this can work
But my friend you have to understand the nature of this curse
That we believe so much that we hurt and we hurt
And we rail against the static though it helps us to hear
By pulling out the sound and drawing what we love a little nearer
The noise making it clearer

How we're never quite content to let
The things we do stay wonderfully wrong
Because the way we are inside ourselves
Is never like the way we are in song
So put away all your apologies and all of your struggles to belong
Because the way we are inside ourselves
Is never like the way we are in song
The way we are in song

Copyright: Mute Song Limited
Writer(s): Ian Craig