Pretty girl, oh pretty girl You are softer than the sheets you lay upon Handsome boy, handsome boy You are stronger than any man that's come before you And these are the words They have chosen to mark you Pretty boy, pretty boy You are plumes of white smoke hanging in the sky Handsome girl, handsome girl You are wide and built like bridges held on water And these are the words They have chosen to mark you These are the words They have chosen to choose you Pretty girl, oh pretty boy Your tendons pull your weight like carpet rides Handsome boy, handsome girl We are both from the same place deep inside of her And covered in skin We are we are the same things and We touch in the dark rooms And I wont tell you what I'm hiding up my sleeve Under my clothes, under my clothes I am organs red and thin as paper dolls Under my skin, under my skin I am cul-de-sacs of mazes made to lose you in them And these are the words They have chosen to mark you These are the words And i have chosen to choose you