Lyrics: Jess Kavanagh
Music: Adam Cleaver
We have newness
But we are natives
And our tears nourished the roots
That hold together your spaces
We have our maps now
And we know our route
Into safety and we are elated
Confusion hatred and the crooked words of your misunderstanding
weβve found our worth
Nestled among the nurturing crannies of hybridity and spectrum
Your grey area is my multiplicited wonderland
And plans are big for renovation
We have starved on your crumbs of validation
Plans for education
Self forgiveness
No shame
From bottom to the top
We have newness
But we are natives
And our tears nourished the roots
That hold together your spaces
We have our maps now
And we know our route
Into safety and we are elated
If you are afraid that queer is better
Itβs only because itβs true
But arenβt you lucky that it also embodies you
You donβt need to fall in line
Time for fractal unity and for inner mutiny
Let the ship sink
loose lips
Only provided the waves to kill the tyranny of secrecy
We have newness
But we are natives
And plans are big for renovation
Oh shame you have no power here!
Begone before someone drops a house on you