[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