Something New
Kim Myhr, Jenny Hval
Heal burns hole
Heal burns hole
Oh, doesn't windows
Are listened to the wood
And to the hinges?
Singing some of the songs
Singing for a language
We are losing myself
Oh, we are losing myself
There's always something new
Something I don't recognize
And each new thing replaces something old
Each new thing belongs to someone else
To the wood and
To the hinges
And it's glorious