una más y nos vamos

I have to say something if I want to sing

But it's not about the words

It's my voice rising

To a place far from me

That my fingers can't reach

And my legs are so tired from all this standing

Standing still

All of my dreams are memories

That I can't place to a time or a face

But my body knows

Of the ribbons and hose

That I once was tied in

In my mother's skin

Before and again