When we are young we feel the rapture, with clenched fists and twisted wrists. we peeled our skin to shed our numbness, with clenched fists and twisted wrists. solid white frames surround sedated bodies sprawled upon the pavement. streets we walk, settings we set will be the place we meet our guests. savour this moment of memory. with each step i won't forget my heart jumped out the window. out my chest up my lungs, up my lungs, and out my mouth. our hearts jump out the window.