Fineshrine

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 leave To come over, not forget where feet are Spreading threads of thunder over me But I must say it right Just 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 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 The rungs of me be under, under you I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed Over the rocky cliffs that you leave To come over, not forget where feet are Spreading threads of thunder over me Listen closely, closely to the floor Emitting all it's graces through the ?ores You'd make a fine shrine to me You'll build a fine shrine to me But I must see with my chest and sink To the edges round you Into the lakes across the... 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 lungs of me be clouds over you Get a little closer let fold Cut open my sternum and pull My little ribs around you Though rungs of me be under, under you