Thumbsucker

[Verse 1: Jenny Hval] Come with me Fall into the wildscape Reverse the church bells Swiping in the mud With two fingers And one in your mouth, wandering [Hook: Jenny Hval] I was a thumbsucker, what am I now? I was a thumbsucker, what am I now? Am I a traveller, was I ever? Or do I just colour 'round the clear lines? Do I just turn away from every confrontation? [Verse 2: Jenny Hval & Félicia Atkinson] Biting until bleeding She says she knows This is my strange voice She say she's close Once I was a thumbsucker Doesn't say to what Once I was a runaway The forest is all sorts of forests Hid in tight places and World War II bunkers It seems to be adapting itself, she says Found secret tree huts, spiralling Alternating between mountains and marshland A self-harming vampire, she always says Of the tender kind, she always says A compensation, she always says For something too wild, for something too wild For something too wild, something too wild For something too wild, for something too wild In this way Alternating mouth and thumb Forest and human Both transforming Forest and humans Producing nothing. Until Are equals [Verse 3: Jenny Hval] I got afraid that I'd dug too deep Stirred up something in the body The glands of instinct, fear and desire Clanking from a distant engine Iron shafts and idler-wheels And then there is release Whatever it is you are doing to yourself You are always performing some kind of internal construction work [Outro: Jenny Hval] I was a thumbsucker, what am I now Am I a runaway, was I ever? It's all in the wrist Sketching out the wildscapes Sucking on the church bells The hunger of the clappers Withdrawing word by word Back into the rabbit hole