Veda Hille

Lyrics to With No Caring

Walking through our house

Our hands working making signs

Neither hope nor fear

Through doorways and faithless times

Edge past our silences, dear

Paintings can’t say what they hear

Facing in a hot box

Spitting anger in the air

In the air

Hard consonants like darts

Fury burning from nowhere

With no caring

You in your room

Me in mine

Working at making signs

Patching the holes

We bite and tear

Write me another letter, dear

Facing in a hot box

Spitting anger in the air

In the air

Hard consonants like darts

Fury burning from nowhere

With no care

With no caring

There is no map

For love and anger

Where is the trap

I smell decay and danger

How can I write a story?

This is no end

I refuse to accept this

As a fault I must mend

Facing in a hot box

Spitting anger in the air

In the air

Hard consonants like darts

Fury burning from nowhere

With no caring

There is no map

For love and anger

Where is the trap

I smell decay and danger

How can I write a story?

This is no end

I refuse to accept this

As the loss of a friend

Walking through our house

Our hands working making signs

Write me another letter, dear

Write me another letter, dear