Lyrics
Dry
dunes
cater
for
jumping
boys
From
the
nape
of
her
neck
he
made
his
descent
They
watched
men
hurl
from
rock
to
sea
Like
sternum
to
button,
lined
lip
pinches
in
between
Your
foothills
Your
warm
Iris
swims
quietly
beside
me
Oh
the
leaves
and
larger
weeds
sway
and
stretch
themselves
beneath
Blue
dragonflies
dart
to
and
fro
I
tie
my
life
to
your
balloon
and
let
it
go
Your
foothills
Your
warm
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