Lirieke: Hum. Downward Is Heavenward. The Inuit Promise.

I took a worn out strand of your cellophane hair
And stretched it sideways
And oh my, my, slip though
Between the seam with me

My brain stopped working from the cold
I sort of strayed from what we know

So I'll be like you and do what's right
And win a love I don't deserve out on the ice tonight
Teach me the bluest song you know
The moon ain't comin' up
And I swear to God tonight it feels like snow

I'm glad we got your hands warm
So my arms can feel like trust again
I can promise true waves
When the summer comes

The world still fits the same form
We engraved when it all began
Maybe catch a new wave
Feels right, feels right

So we ride whales and drag race time
And I draw fires from the traces of trilobite hives
You sleep like god inside her womb
And you see clearly to the silicon wasteland
They left inside my mind

I'm glad we got your hands warm
So my arms can feel like trust again
I can promise true waves when the summer comes
The world still fits the same form
We engraved when it all began
Maybe catch a new wave

We've lost the road now, injecting charms
And we care for all of ours
We stand in rows now
Transfer alarms just like the
Inuit with the promise song

To come down and see
To come down and see
To come down and see
To come down and see

(Your solvents frozen here)
On the petal rung is all we have to see
Enlarged inside as we espy the warming sea
(Your breath diffused and never realized)
Aside from where the panicked hide
And I just a subtle lift provider on the other side