​runner duck Your Arms Are My Cocoon

[Part I]

[Verse]
Carefully I clutch your words
The first few syllables of sleep
All timid
And soft
Break into sugar glass
Cutting golden grapefruit
Crucifixions into
The bottoms of our fingers
And pray for laceration
That you are warm

[Outro]
I hope that you're warm

[Part II]

[Verse]
Cicada's song laces our fingers
Sewn into hearts
Embroidered in cattails haunting
The edges of our neighborhood
Every moment we are apart
It floats through the wind
It floats through the wind
It floats through the wind
It floats through the wind