Uploaded October 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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Original Lisa Jeanette Version
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Child's Play
Lyrics by Anne Walsh Miller, Music by Lisa Jeanette, Video by Pavel Danilyuk, Edited by Martin Kelly

Poem by Anne Walsh Miller in its original form

Child's Play
I keep my hand on my stomach
because I ache for you there
The soul must sit in the stomach
But the soul must sit in every part of the body
because I ache for you everwhere

You're in the bend of my elbow
In the curve of my ribcage
In the earth of my voice
And the burn of you is lower still
You're written in me, in the before language
of antiquity of snowflakes
Landing everywhere on me so thickly
that you're on me and in me, and on my tongue
You on my tongue is why I talk beautifully
Like snow under a street lamp
Oh I don't have enough hands to hold the ache of you
that falls everywhere like this