[00:17.71]Climb is all we know
[00:26.26]When thaw is not below us
[00:38.52]No can't grow up
[00:42.66]In that iron ground
[00:50.51]Claire all too sore for sound
[01:01.52]Bet is hardly shown
[01:10.61]Scraped across the foam
[01:22.37]Like they stole it
[01:26.86]And oh how they hold it
[01:34.48]Claire we nearly forfeit
[01:45.52]I
[01:48.38]I'm growing like the quickening hues
[01:54.20]I
[01:57.41]I'm telling darkness from lines on you
[02:03.32]Over havens for a full and swollen morass young habitat
[02:11.04]All been living alone
[02:14.30]Where the ice snap and the hold clast are known
[02:38.75]Home
[02:41.79]We're savage high
[02:47.80]Come
[02:55.40]We finally cry
[03:00.04]Oh and we don it
[03:04.48]Because it's right
[03:12.36]Claire I was too sore for sight
[03:25.98]I
[03:29.10]We're sewing up through the latchet greens
[03:35.10]I
[03:38.01]Un-peel keenness honey bean for bean
[03:44.01]Same white pillar tone as with the bone street sand
[03:48.82]Is thrown where she stashed us at
[03:50.96]All been living alone
[03:54.99]Where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning