Tom: B
Introdução:
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
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 in
A searing pulse
E F# G#m
I'm a fever in your chest
E F# G#m
The burning sun I'm west
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 me
But I'm not dead
E F# G#m
Just a harbour no one's in
E F# G#m
An empty salt filled skin