And begins to build her home
And she's learning the spaces she leaves
Enough knows
Up up up up up up dances
As she rounds the corner
That gives what it is
Each day sinks its bootprint into her clay
And has nothing to prove
But god's work isn't done by god
Up up up up up up raises
Is learning what not to play
To know she's not alone
And make music like mercy
Then she's trying to sing just enough
Up up up up up up points the
And just when you think that you've got enough
Enough grows
Have their own things to say
And everywhere that you go in life
The stakes of the game
And just when you think that you've got enough
Enough knows
So that the air around her moves
And she's not the same
It's done by people
She crawls out on a limb
But god's work isn't done by god
The steam from the sewer
Enough grows
Are on their knees
And everywhere that you go in life
The lumberjacks with their bloody axes
Up up up up up up points the
Fingers of the trees
The brutal wind blows right through her
Spire of the steeple
Amd it's enough just to look around
Half of learning how to play
