Under Byen. Other. Torque (Tango De La Tongue). Zeneszám

Howe:
If I ever were to touch you
I'd never wash that hand
Stumble around like another lost soul
Living life something less than a man

Henriette:
My land is embraced by the sun
Warming up the icy veined creeks
Shattering the shadows
Through every dark hollow
To insanely high peaks

Howe & Henriette:
Ready to witness
Ready to be shown
Do you really love this mess
Leave love alone

Howe:
Must be remarkable where you're from
If they grow up things like you
The torque of your tongue
How it get things done
The way your eyes burn through

Henriette:
If you where to touch me
I'd curl up like a fetus in a womb
Pester me into adoring you
Fester like an open wound

Howe & Henriette:
Was ready to witness
Ready to be shown
Do you really like this mess
Leave love alone
Ready to witness
Ready to be shown
(???)
Leave love alone