Lungs

I'm hanging on the limps, and you're the air I'm breathing heavily.

Don't tell them where we go.

Don't tell them what we know.

They'll give us away.

Oh, they don't want us, no way.

Rigged to blow,

The secrets will show.

Keep us from the day,

they bring you and I dismay.

Lungs tangled together,

but I still breathe your air.

Lungs loose in your weather,

I still breathe two, the pair.

Stitched and sowed,

lungs tied, filtered as one.

To let the air flow?

Or force it out, by weight of ton.

Don't tell them the way,

don't tell them what we say.

Keep them from the air we breathe,

or they too shall receive.

Don't tell them where we go,

don't tell them what we know.

they'll cut our air flow,

they'll have our air rigged to blow.

Keep our lungs together, stitched and sowed.