Lyrics

She's got that perfect skin, it's over-rated
She knows her edges are serrated, how she's created
Like a porcelain doll frozen syrupy sweet
Like the dishes that are shattered at her delicate feet
Do you see her, or your suburban desire
Sometimes she would rather run straight for the fire

Fill up my cup to the linea nigra and follow me down
Or you could wrap me up in a cloak full of flowers
Lay me down on the ground

It's hard to live like this, with this hunger
She'll be the bamboo to your thunder, not going under
If you tie her up in those apron strings
You'll never get to hear the song her soul wants to sing
Do you see her butterfly wings
Sometimes she believes that her jail is her ring

Fill up my cup to the linea nigra and follow me down
Or you could wrap me up in a cloak full of flowers
Lay me down on the ground
Lay me down
Fill up my cup to the linea nigra and follow me down
Or you could wrap me up in a cloak full of flowers
Lay me down on the ground