Hold Still

Why is it impossible now
 To trace every echo
 Back to its birth?
 Why is it impossible now
 To kiss every fever away?
 There is truth that's hiding
 Behind every wall that surrounds us.
 It takes a lifetime
 To pull the bricks away.
 Why is it impossible now?
 Why is it impossible now?
 (Is this the way to understand, to understand)
 With the weakest of ears
 We'll try only to hear
 The sound of our voice,
 Louder than fear of waking up
 Alone.
 Let conversations carry
 The unraveling of skin.
 The ink will pour an answer
 In children's handwriting.
 If all words are cameras,
 Hold still.
 Shutters slide to unveil
 Fingerprints of angels
 And a language made of film.
 With surgical precision,
 We'll cut every piece into order.
 And beneath soft faces,
 We'll climb halfway to God.
 Why is it impossible now?
 Why is it impossible now?
 (Is this the way to understand, to understand)
 Why is it impossible now?
 Why is it impossible now?
 To trace every echo
 Back to it's birth?