G#
Get a little closer, let fold

Cut open my sternum, and pull

             Fm
My little ribs around you
                                                   G#
The rungs of me be under, under you


I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed

                       Fm
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave

                                           G#
To peer over and not forget what feet are

Splitting threads of thunder over me


Fm
That I might see with my chest and sink

D#
Into the edges round you

Cm                                 Fm
Into the lakes of quarry's that brink

                         D#
On all the edges round you


                Cm
Get a little closer, let fold

               Fm
Cut open my sternum, and pull

                               G#
My little ribs around you

The lungs of me be crowns over you


                Cm
Get a little closer, let fold

               Fm
Cut open my sternum, and pull

                                G#
My little ribs around you

The rungs of me be under, under you


Fm
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed

G#
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave

To peer over and not forget what feet are

Splitting threads of thunder over me



Listen closely, closely to the floor

Emitting all its graces through the pores

      Fm                         G#m
You make a fine shrine in me

D#   G#                       Cm
You build a fine shrine in me



Fm
That I might see with my chest and sink

D#
Into the edges round you

Cm                                 Fm
Into the lakes of quarry's that brink

                         D#
On all the edges round you




                Cm
Get a little closer, let fold

               Fm
Cut open my sternum, and pull

                                G#
My little ribs around you

The rungs of me be under, under you


                Cm
Get a little closer, let fold

               Fm
Cut open my sternum, and pull

                                G#
My little ribs around you