No

fall in love with those that
linguistic
and you can speak, can't you
you can taste, can't you
and it tastes like it's fast
all I can tell you is not to stop
the history of the bruise
goes beyond what's I
and I, is just another word for everything.

If you pull too hard, the start of things will follow
but beautiful things have hands of their own
Don't you know, what can you tell me
about all the things you know?

And, listening, listening to the sounds
that you can hear between the lies you tell
Maybe it's closer than you see