verse 1 G#m D#m I'm jealous of your neck A C#m That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh G#m D#m It gets to hold your head A C#m G# And I'd rather perform the task instead I'll use my hands verse 2 G#m D#m You told me of your heart A C#m The cold tile cavern bathed in dark G#m D#m And earthy roots hanging from within A C#m G# To shed some light the fire must get inverse 3 G#m D#m I, I am too naive A C#m G#m Your lunar strands were lit in red and green D#m A captivating scene A C#m G# A portion of myself was lost to meA searing pulse E F# G#m I'm a fever in your chest E F# G#m The burning sun I'm westBut I'm not dead E F# G#m Just a harbour no one's in E F# G#m An empty salt filled skin
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