I'll eat nothing of this, it's in my blood because I've not been vaccinated for hi-fi love
Armor for this catching skin because your fingers they are contagious
My ribs, my waves, my words, my tide
But just in Texas there's a sorry and a space suit
For a soldier who doesn't want to breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, BREATHE
My ribs, my waves, my words, my tide
Love grafts on these trees
My tick-tock mechanics heart the metal sparks could not ignite
A little happier, a little frostbite in my mascara
I could not stop or begin again
I could not seal my lips
I could not smooth the sea
Contagious
My ribs, my waves, my words, my tide
A little happier
I thought I kissed a pair of wings
A pair of wings