Where do we go
To build our sacred place in this world?
How do we hide
When they know everything about our lives?
And they know it
Like I know the black of my phone
And they know it
Like I know my spirit from my bones
How do we fight
When no one wants to call it a war?
How do we move
When they don't call us humans anymore?
I fall asleep to TV screens
When I'm not staring at my phone
There must be something more to life
Than keeping me this numb
But they know it
Like I know the black of my phone
And they know it
Like I know my spirit from my bones
I just want a bed to sleep in, a head to dream in
And someone who calls me home
A mother to run to when all the light is
Out in this whole world
And I'll run away
I'll run away
But they know it
Like I know the black of my phone
And they know it
Like I know my spirit from my bones
Am I sacred enough?
Am I human enough?
Am I making enough for you?
