<backI Don’t Understand the Lyrics, but I know How to Sing It — Tori DominskiYou said my name on the banks of the Nile,walking home. .. In April you told me what you had done.Men carry heavy things.I tried to keep up, holding what I could. .. On my birthday I wrote to youand put the letter in a mailbox by the sea. .. A fire built in Cairo’s slums does not choosewhom it warms. .. You text me late at night, outside Donetsk.I smile. We toss dirt into an empty grave.