Mecklenburg lyrics

Child, you have branches in your hair Been moaning, quiet His small voice Been living a steady low Hand or knife Child, remove the dirt from your cheeks Turning clinging vines into brick walls I hear mumbling But I'm deaf and dumb So I bite my tongue And swallow its sickness Though you're definitely the best And I wouldn't mind Come hold my hand It's enough, it's enough Your reflection is me Stick around, stick around (3x) (Come, come, come, and it's all closer)