| [00:17.71] |
Climb is all we know |
| [00:26.26] |
When thaw is not below us |
| [00:38.52] |
No can't grow up |
| [00:42.66] |
In that iron ground |
| [00:50.51] |
Claire all too sore for sound |
| [01:01.52] |
Bet is hardly shown |
| [01:10.61] |
Scraped across the foam |
| [01:22.37] |
Like they stole it |
| [01:26.86] |
And oh how they hold it |
| [01:34.48] |
Claire we nearly forfeit |
| [01:45.52] |
I |
| [01:48.38] |
I'm growing like the quickening hues |
| [01:54.20] |
I |
| [01:57.41] |
I'm telling darkness from lines on you |
| [02:03.32] |
Over havens for a full and swollen morass young habitat |
| [02:11.04] |
All been living alone |
| [02:14.30] |
Where the ice snap and the hold clast are known |
| [02:38.75] |
Home |
| [02:41.79] |
We're savage high |
| [02:47.80] |
Come |
| [02:55.40] |
We finally cry |
| [03:00.04] |
Oh and we don it |
| [03:04.48] |
Because it's right |
| [03:12.36] |
Claire I was too sore for sight |
| [03:25.98] |
I |
| [03:29.10] |
We're sewing up through the latchet greens |
| [03:35.10] |
I |
| [03:38.01] |
Un-peel keenness honey bean for bean |
| [03:44.01] |
Same white pillar tone as with the bone street sand |
| [03:48.82] |
Is thrown where she stashed us at |
| [03:50.96] |
All been living alone |
| [03:54.99] |
Where the cracks at in the low part of the stoning |