You paint with sound
I paint with colour
It's the only way we know how
To try and understand eachother
To make sense of our footsteps
You speak of paths you've walked
I listen, I don't doubt
But you underestimate
My understanding
Of what this might be about
This thing we're living
It's one and the same
It's just been divided up
By numbers and names
Bodies and different ways
Of playing the game
But at the end of every day
We all stop and stand
To check the same human map
Etched on our hands
So paint with your sound
And I will paint with my colours
And one day we'll have found
An understanding
Eachother.
And a map that made sense
Of all our footsteps.
