But science is cold
Roughly one half of a quarter's we're told
Communion is old
But what legs our community holds

So much is invisible to me
So much I may not ever see
Who are you
Who are you
Who are you
Who are you

But science is cool
Twenty-three percent as a general rule
Generations pretend
Shut our eyes and hold our breath till it ends

All my thoughts are not my own
But one of trauma deep inside a storm
And I want you

Science is cold
Science is cold