Memory comes when memory's old   I am never the first to know   Following the stream up North   Where do people like us float      There is room in my lap   For bruises, asses, hand claps   I will never disappear   Forever, I'll be here      Whispering   Morning, keep the streets empty for me      I learned to not eat the snow   My fur is hot, my tongue is cold   On a bed of spider web   I think about to change myself      A lot of hope in a one man tent   There's no room for innocence   Take me home before the storm   Velvet mites will keep us warm      Whispering   Morning, keep the streets empty for me      Uncover our heads and reveal our souls   We were hungry before we were born