Lyric

The TV keeps on talking

Crayons scattered on the floor

Sirens breathing

Outside the Brooklyn door

PECHO

OREJA

Chest

Ear

Hear the city

Draw it all

Holding on to my mother’s hand

Walking through the museum halls

Paintings bigger than my body

I was staring at them all

Back at home

Cartoons dancing on the screen

I filled every piece of paper

With the faces in between

From my father’s old records

Midnight jazz came spilling down

Before I learned the words

My lines already knew the sound

English

Spanish

French

So many voices in the street

One name could never hold

Everything inside of me

PECHO

Open up your chest

OREJA

Listen to the streets

There’s a rhythm in the bones

There’s a heartbeat underneath

Red lines

Blue lines

Black across the night

Every word I tried to erase

Comes back into the light

If nobody gives you a crown

Draw your own instead

Three crooked little lines

Above your head

Seven years old in a hospital room

Watching headlights through the glass

Mother left a heavy book

Of bones and bodies in my hands

Underneath the skin

There were ribs

Underneath the ribs

There was pain

Eyes

Teeth

Lungs

Heart

Every piece

Had its own name

So I thought

Maybe I could draw

The inside and outside

On the same face

It doesn’t have to be pretty

It doesn’t have to be clean

Sometimes the shaking line

Is the most alive thing

PECHO

Open up your chest

OREJA

Listen to the streets

There’s a rhythm in the bones

There’s a heartbeat underneath

White scars

Yellow voices

Red exploding through the dark

Every word I tried to cover

Leaves another mark

If nobody can see you

Fill the whole damn wall

Put a crooked crown

Above it all

Summer heat and sweet piragua

Syrup running down my tongue

A distant island in the blood

And Brooklyn in my lungs

Father’s jazz

Mother’s paintings

Cartoons glowing late at night

Taxi horns

Subway thunder

Everything became a line

CHEST

EAR

EYE

BONE

NAME

KING

NO

NO

NO

Don’t erase it

Look again

Look at everything

You tried to hide

Let the drums fall apart

Let the saxophone scream

Let the bass run underground

Like a midnight subway train

PECHO

This chest remembers

OREJA

This ear hears everything

Brooklyn nights

And distant voices

Every broken thing still sings

Bone and skin

Love and anger

Every childhood scar survives

Maybe all the broken pieces

Are the reason I’m alive

A crown is not something

Someone has to give

Take your shaking hand

Draw three lines

And live

The television’s still glowing

The record’s turning slow

Mother

I’m still drawing

PECHO

OREJA

Somewhere between

My chest and my ear

The whole world

Is making noise