So you're climbing down to the bottom of the ladder And you're making sense of the way your legs straddle the ground They always straddle the ground And we're taking note of the way our bodies move And everything within me's screaming this is too soon But I think everything is I don't know your parents I don't know your language I don't know what you're made of Any more than you do So we're leaning back just to see what we fall into But what's falling without knowing what the hell you will bump into And I like being upside down And we're making fun of the way our heads are angled And I'm dizzy and I'm worried that my ankle bones are frail And I keep jumping up and down I don't know your parents I don't know your language I don't know what you're made of Any more than you do Closing gaps that we never really noticed And I'm watching all the ways that the air between us closes And I like being turned around Holding up about a thousand different pages And I'm still just soaking in that the book has been created at all I don't know your parents I don't know your language And I don't know what you're made of Any more than you do