| Song | Our Bodies Are Braille |
| Artist | Balboa |
| Album | Balboa |
| Streets are swollen bodies | |
| There are tunnels beneath this town | |
| That weep black rivers above ground | |
| Our bodies are braille | |
| For the lonely treasures hands have known | |
| We remain who we are | |
| Even as our faces fall to pieces | |
| When you walk through this decomposed concrete | |
| Houses jostle firmly hooked into one another | |
| Keep your shoes clean | |
| Keep the windows shut | |
| Keep the city out | |
| Keep yourself clean | |
| Our bodies are braille |