No Place - Wye Oak, Brooklyn Youth Chorus

We live in a place

That is no place

We breathe our words

And when we are hungry

We eat our ideas

One thought as one red apple

One thought as one red apple

We live in a place

That is no place

Afraid of getting sick

We do not kiss

We do not shake hands

We do not run till we’re out of breath

We do not climb to the tall places

And we do not lock eyes

With strangers and ask them

Who are you

Who am I

Where are we

What’s happened to us

Who are you

Who am I

Where are we

What’s happened to us