Purity Ring - Fineshrine

Get a little closer let it fold Cut open my sternum and pull My little ribs around you Those arms may be under, under you I’ll take the South pockets gladly Over the rocky cliffs that you leap To peer over and not forget what feet are Splitting threads of thunder over me But i might see with my chest and sink Into the edges round you Into the lakes and quarries that brink On all the edges round you, round you Get a little closer let it fold Cut open my sternum and pull My little ribs around you Through arms that may be crowns over you Get a little closer let it fold Cut open my sternum and pull My little ribs around you Though arms may be under, under you I’ll take the South pockets likely Over the rocky cliffs that you leap 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 ṗores You’d make a fine shrine in me You’ll build a fine shrine in me But I must see with my chest and sink To the edges round you Into the lakes and quarries that brink On all the edges round you, round you Get a little closer let it fold Cut open my sternum and pull My little ribs around you Through arms that may be crowns over you Get a little closer let it fold Cut open my sternum and pull My little ribs around you Though arms may be under, under you [Lyrics to Fineshrine performed by Purity Ring] First seen on Thanks to user Dewy, hatbox, Peterc, Loni and Lawrence for the corrections. There was a problem understanding the song at 2:43. What we understood was “Through arms that may be crowns over you”. If you think you understand, please let us know.