Purity Ring - Fineshrine - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Get a little closer let it fold

Cut open my sternum and pull

My little ribs around you

Those arms may be under, under you

I’ll take the South pockets gladly

Over the rocky cliffs that you leap

To peer over and not forget what feet are

Splitting threads of thunder over me

But i might see with my chest and sink

Into the edges round you

Into the lakes and quarries that brink

On all the edges round you, round you

Get a little closer let it fold

Cut open my sternum and pull

My little ribs around you

Through arms that may be crowns over you

Get a little closer let it fold

Cut open my sternum and pull

My little ribs around you

Though arms may be under, under you

I’ll take the South pockets likely

Over the rocky cliffs that you leap

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 ṗores

You’d make a fine shrine in me

You’ll build a fine shrine in me

But I must see with my chest and sink

To the edges round you

Into the lakes and quarries that brink

On all the edges round you, round you

Get a little closer let it fold

Cut open my sternum and pull

My little ribs around you

Through arms that may be crowns over you

Get a little closer let it fold

Cut open my sternum and pull

My little ribs around you

Though arms may be under, under you

[Lyrics to Fineshrine performed by Purity Ring]

First seen on www.lyricspremiere.com

Thanks to user Dewy, hatbox, Peterc, Loni and Lawrence for the corrections.

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