Amphibian

How will I know When the light is passing through me Will I see on the wall A shadow puppet of whatever's in me You can't feel the grip of your nature's hands Til you try to rearrange her I'm an amphibian growing back my limbs As a magic trick for strangers The more you see it and you know it Then the more it feels like only So is it worse to be known Well at least it isn't lonely You can't feel the grip of your nature's hands Til you try to rearrange her I'm an amphibian growing back my limbs As a magic trick for strangers Don't mistake the wounds For something that you lose You dip the brush into The colors of this bruise Don't mistake the wounds For something that you lose You dip the brush into The colors of this bruise