When the damn thing breaks
I’ll be there to take you home
When the damn thing breaks
I’ll be there to take your pulse
In the cracks of our skin
There’s a memory of a dove
When the dusk dissipates
I’ll grow patient like atoll
Heavy, the boulder
Resting on the blade
Swing low, sweet seesaw
Right above your ribcage
Bodies of water, [?]
[?] dotes on the air
[?]
When the damn thing breaks
I’ll be there to take you home
When the damn thing breaks
I’ll be there to take you home