Reach in for a spare key my father's brother hid
Spill out your breath into the furnace again
And I think I've found a better way to live
And I think I've found a better way to die
And I've been fitting myself into that small space
That you set out for the screaming, yeah, the wind
And how it always burns my skin
Sorting through it
I never saw something so clear
As your hands bound up in prayer behind a closed door
But I thought I'd walked a better road, alone
'Til I felt my feet set into stone
And that's when I turned back
(And you put me back in my place)
And I've been fitting myself into that small, small space
That you set out for the screaming, yeah, the wind
And it always burns my skin