[Verse 1]


                  
I'm jealous of your neck

                     
That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh

                  
It gets to hold your head

                              
And I'd rather perform the task instead


I'll use my hands


[Verse 2]


                  
You told me of your heart

                    
The cold tile cavern bathed in dark

                            
And earthy roots hanging from within

                                 
To shed some light the fire must get in


[Chorus]


A searing pulse

                 
I'm a fever in your chest

                 
The burning sun I'm west


[Verse 3]


          
I, I am too naive

                                   
Your lunar strands were lit in red and green

              
A captivating scene

                            
A portion of myself was lost to me


[Chorus]


But I'm not dead

                     
Just a harbour no one's in

                  
An empty salt filled skin