We look up, silentlynWithout quite musicnMy face four days oldnYou look newbornnThere's fear in your frown, like minenNo distance awaynNoticing your handnHalf round my headnAnd on my facenProtecting me, protecting menAfraid of your frown, don't changenFor me expressionsnA button undonenThe earth that's on my backnAnd in my hairnPortraying me, portraying menYou're so clean, untouchednLike me experience possessednShe breathes so tencenFlexes her handnDon't relaxnProjecting me, projecting me.....n