[Verse 1: Marika Hackman]

I'm jealous of your neck

That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh

It gets to hold your head

And I'd rather perform the task instead

I'll use my hands

[Verse 2: Sivu]

You told me of your heart

A cold tile cavern bathed in dark

And earthy roots hanging from within

To shed some light, the fire must get in

[Bridge: Marika Hackman]

A searing pulse

I'm a fever in your chest

The burning sun, I'm west

[Verse 3: Marika Hackman, Sivu]

I, I am too naïve (You, you are too naïve)

Your lunar strands were lit in red and green

A captivating scene

A portion of myself was lost to me (A portion of yourself was lost to–)

But I'm not dead (But you're not dead)

Just a harbour no one's in

An empty salt-filled skin