This will be your new language

Clear and sharp in the clean light

Bright streets before anyone's awake

An alphabet of all things

The sun in your eyes

This will be our new language

Lake ice on the [?]

Wallpaper on a building where a house stood

Carry shells carried through the snow

Light on the pale buildings

The countries where I can not read

The kind of spring is coming

Everything will be revealed

Somewherе a voice is calling

From the furniture lеft out on the street

From clouds of starlings, broken cups, and lucky boxes

From everything I ever saw or touched or heard

Messages walking crooked

Carrying voices in radios

Music recorded with light bulbs

All the buttons buried in the earth

Light on the pale buildings

The countries where I cannot read

I heard the dawn coming

On a damaged field recording

Morning dew will destroy the microphones

And we will listen with our ears

The morning dew will destroy the microphones

And we will walk out to the sea

This will be my new language

I hear it all around me

I'm learning to read

Simple beautiful reality

Like a wave breaking over me

Simple beautiful reality

Like coming home