| [00:51] |
Suspended, fragile from the threads, every depth they can't fathom |
| [00:57] |
Still dressed in cast-offs, I could be china |
| [01:02] |
Sometimes I burn within air, but then they're always as far as a shrinking back |
| [01:08] |
Down amongst teacups and warm palms, amongst all these familiar things |
| [01:14] |
I could hold tight and wait for gravity to return |
| [01:18] |
Heat grows more tropical and makes me restless |
| [01:21] |
Just one more cigarette before |
| [01:25] |
Caught between the rush of tide, blood bright |
| [01:29] |
It floods out every other word or fraud |
| [01:31] |
Consumes my elixir, my poison |
| [01:38] |
Burnt blood but blowing through as transparent as a lantern |
| [01:41] |
I take the smallest gestures to draw blood |
| [01:44] |
But I'm safe for this half hour |
