Lyrics
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me
That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges 'round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
On all the edges 'round you, 'round you, 'round you
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me
Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the pores
You make a fine shrine in me
You build a fine shrine to me
That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges 'round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
On all the edges 'round you, 'round you, 'round you
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you
