G#
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
Fm
My little ribs around you
G#
The rungs of me be under, under you
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Fm
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
G#
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me
Fm
That I might see with my chest and sink
D#
Into the edges round you
Cm Fm
Into the lakes of quarry's that brink
D#
On all the edges round you
Cm
Get a little closer, let fold
Fm
Cut open my sternum, and pull
G#
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you
Cm
Get a little closer, let fold
Fm
Cut open my sternum, and pull
G#
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you
Fm
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
G#
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me
Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the pores
Fm G#m
You make a fine shrine in me
D# G# Cm
You build a fine shrine in me
Fm
That I might see with my chest and sink
D#
Into the edges round you
Cm Fm
Into the lakes of quarry's that brink
D#
On all the edges round you
Cm
Get a little closer, let fold
Fm
Cut open my sternum, and pull
G#
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you
Cm
Get a little closer, let fold
Fm
Cut open my sternum, and pull
G#
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you