There's a cage that's trapped in birds
A fool whose armour fits like wax
Polyphony of tiredness
Go slow, you weary dog
Kisses that stick in the mouth
A heap of stones that smell like home
A word that both of us hate muted
Growl low, you angry dog
I chose a companion
Who turns into herself so deep
Everytime she understands the world too good
That tender dog