I take hold of a branch
And thus, we intertwine
My nails are bark as flesh
Melts through the furrows in its skin
In its skin
Oh, Daphne, what I wouldn't give
To kiss your roughened lips
And ascend
And ascend
Did you feel this peaceful
First rooted to the earth?
Did you know Icarus' thrill
When your growing, grounded limbs
Brushed past hollow bone?
Oh, Daphne, what I wouldn't give
To kiss your roughened lips
And ascend
And ascend
Daphne, teach me to flee
The near-distant stars
And preserve their ought in amber
While, shrouded in soil, I willingly decay