Purity Ring - 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