Foreign Sounds

You only listen

So you can be heard

So you can be witnessed and misunderstood

And I only speak

So I can be found

So I can be seized by some foreign sound

By something forbidden

When I'm feeling safe

By something confident

When I feel ashamed

I feel ashamed

Feed my volition; paint it all red

Light it with matches from under your bed

Leave it to murmur out in the cold

Out in the darkness where nothing is whole

Where nothing's forbidden and nothing is safe

And everything's hidden in blankets of shame

Don't say you didn't hear what I say