[00:47.125]Still soft when speaking from white flag book lungs
[00:58.673]Bees made hives on the back of her tongue
[01:10.507]I took weightless words
[01:16.146]Her clouds move right through me
[01:21.769]A line of best fit
[01:27.968]Landlocked in light
[01:45.503]Her teeth marks patched up the lines on my palms
[01:49.154]The edge of her spine braided into mine
[01:51.972]We were mute in the mouth of the moon
[01:55.361]We were mute in the mouth of the currents
[01:58.183]Of blood vessels containing the sea
[02:01.482]That keep you from coming back to me...
[02:33.388]Bees made hives in the mouth of the lion
[02:44.374]I made my home in the house of a liar