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 take the south pockets gladly
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Spreading 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
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 lambs will give me clams over you
Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Though arms may be under, under you
I’ll take the south pockets likely
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Spreading threads of thunder over me
Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the ṗores
You’d make a fine shrine in me
You’ll build a fine shrine in me
But I must 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 lambs will give me clams over you
Get a little closer let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
Though arms may be under, under you
ALBUM: SHRINES (2012)
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