Will I complete the mystery of my flesh?
I will rise after a thousand years
And I will bleed with sober ease after death,
and my eyes crafting a thousand tears

There are those who lay words in the grass when I ask my name
Certain souls, certain eyes
Telling truths, telling lies,
and my own anonymity prevents me from knowing my name

What’s my name?
Tell me, what’s my name?
What’s my name?
Tell me, what’s my name?

Someday I’ll stand on solid land looking out,
open eyes holding an honest world.
But right now I stand so solemn and full of doubt,
broken arms, molding to any word.

There are those throwing words in the sky, claiming ‘we’ as a remedy
Locking arms, free of shame
Both the nameless and named, reaching out for identity
While I’m still just learning my name

What’s my name?
Tell me, what’s my name?
What’s my name?
Tell me, what’s my name?

I will wade out
Til’ my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun into my mouth
And leap into the ripe air alive