verse 1 


G#m                  D#m 
I'm jealous of your neck 

     A                C#m 
That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh 

G#m                  D#m 
It gets to hold your head 

    A             C#m             G# 
And I'd rather perform the task instead 


I'll use my hands 


verse 2 


G#m                  D#m 
You told me of your heart 

    A                C#m 
The cold tile cavern bathed in dark 

           G#m                 D#m 
And earthy roots hanging from within 

   A                   C#m           G# 
To shed some light the fire must get in 



[Refrão]



A searing pulse 

      E     F#      G#m 
I'm a fever in your chest 

     E      F#      G#m 
The burning sun I'm west 


verse 3 


G#m          D#m 
I, I am too naive 

     A                  C#m            G#m 
Your lunar strands were lit in red and green 

              D#m 
A captivating scene 

  A            C#m              G# 
A portion of myself was lost to me 



[Refrão]



But I'm not dead 

       E       F#       G#m 
Just a harbour no one's in 

   E     F#          G#m 
An empty salt filled skin