Lyrics 12 Little Spells - Esperanza Spalding

Twelve little wells of golden ink
Bone by the stand mouth to tail
Arcing your back into the sand-cloud
[?] underneath your skin
Arctic to equator
A pair of sympathetic ridges shift
You′ve evolved to harness
These constant eruptions
Through vascular penheads
Tectonic verse flows
Riding again, again, again
Again, again, ...
Floating a lucky heart over their palm
Casual ribs house an expanded mind
Left and right hemispheres in balance (*balance*)
Constant composition and
Eighty scribbles per minute
Let us flow into words that
Transfer every character that
Circulating function
Dipping itself in and out in intervals
Twelve little wells of golden ink
Bone [?] stacked mouth to tail
Penned in its planet
'Round the craggy pole
The inner halls expand
In gilded breaths
Compelled to give itself the moment it is for
Compelled to give yourself the moment you want for
Compelled to give yourself the moment you [?]
Compelled to give yourself the moment you–