Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Those arms may be under, under you
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
To pure over, not forget where feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me
But I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
And on the edges round you, round you
Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The mands of maybe crowns over you
Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The rows of maybe under, under you
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
To pure over and not forget where feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me
Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all it's graces through the ṗ ores
You make a fine shrine to me
You'll build a fine shrine to me
But I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quaries that brink
And on the edges round you, round you
Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lands of maybe crowns over you
Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Though rows of maybe under, under you
