Lost Girls - Menneskekollektivet lyrics

In the beginning, there is no word
And no 'I' in the beginning, there is sound
In the beginning, we create with our mouths
Do we know who makes what sound?
Do we know who, from who? No
Sound is more familiar than
Subjects, and time, and time
We are, and sound hugs our bodies
There is darkness sound travels across it
Invisible bodies carry
Darkness leads us closer to what will
In the future be called death
Which is now inseparable from what in
The future will be callеd life
We exist and sound hugs our bodiеs
I reach out for a vowel, and it's so soft
I cannot distinguish a 'Y' from a thigh
At this time, there is no 'I'
And we don't know God
Can we ever truly be selfless and
Compassionate when we don't know 'I'


I wonder? I think about this as I
Am talking to Jehovah's Witnesses
They're at the door
What is human? Is human, an 'I'?
A non-'I'? A selfless action?
Can you ever really say you are knocking
On a door as a selfless act?
Because you are imposing your
Belief on someone else
You are admitting that you believe
That your belief is worth more than
Whatever believes behind the door
You knock on the door because you believe
In the concept of a door
And of conviction, preaching
"spreading the good word"
In the beginning, there is no good word
In the beginning, there is no word
There is voice, and it comes from somewhere
Invisible bodies bring it over to here
From there
Does that mean it doesn't come from me?
I don't know what 'who' is
Isn't the idea of God the idea of self?
I want to ask the Jehovahs
Perhaps that thing about selflessness
Boils down to
My own limited understanding of selflessness
To me
Selflessness has a lot to do with singing
To sing is a selfless act, or at least
Potentially a selfless act
Singing could, should, be about compassion
In the beginning, there is darkness
Sound travels across it
Invisible bodies carry
In the beginning, there is darkness
Sound travels across it
And invisible bodies carry i try to go there
For I fail to go there
But somewhere it's there fragmentary
Moments when I'm stretching out of myself
To get closer to you
Will I ever get close, closer
Close enough to sound you? Together

Tissue and sound
Is what is stretching out of myself
Will I ever get close?
Will I ever cross darkness?
Carried by invisible bodies, bodies
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
Now it's where would I be differently
If I had another's mouth
To get closer to you
To sound you, to sound you, will
I ever get close, closer
Close enough to sound you?
Together, together, together, together
Together, together, together, together
(Out) Together (Out) Together
(Out) Together (Out) Together (Out) Together

Tissue and sound is what is
Stretching out of myself
Tissue and sound is what is stretching
Will I ever get, will I ever get close?
Will I ever cross darkness?
Will I ever cross darkness?
Carried by invisible bodies

Carried, carried, carried, carried, carried
Carried, carried, carried, carried, carried
Carried, carried, carried, carried, carried

Stretching stretching out of myself
Who looks, out of myself?
Who looks when I'm stretching?
In the beginning, there is no 'I'
There is sound carried by bodies
Will I ever get, will I ever get
Will I ever get close, closer, close enough?
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough
Close, closer, close enough