Pinkle - Things We Understand
Music by Bryn Martin and Lyrics and Vocals by Kevin Andrew Prchal

The walk of a bass, 
The cut of a drum,
The plea of an empty hand
The shrug of a penny,
The smell of a deli,
There are things that we understand

The raise of a thumb, of a hand, of an eye
The head hang of a man,
Daredevil lovers in a runaway summer,
There are things that we understand.

Like two feet in the sand,
There are things we understand.

A wind, 
And a hammer of a wave or a wash,
Two wings that will never land
The push of a bully, or a wish in a well,
There are things that we understand.

Child to a bubble,
Or a subway tunnel,
Where the beggars spit to the fan,
The Lord on his feet and the Devil on his knees,
There are things that we understand.