They Blamed You, or so I Heard Last Week

I'm too tired to compose
Did you call me?
I did, I need your back
Help me compose

Do you want me to release this flow?
I do, by grace, by touch
Not by lack
Not by solitude

It isn't me, it isn't you, it's the motor that moves our dance

We become a body
That feels no lack, only the touch

I need to get out of myself and together
We can produce

Humble ourselves and, from time to time, connect
Humble ourselves and, from time to time, connect