Paroles de Melt

I'm bending the cards of the four cups unfilled A red cloud has settled over my skin A cold carnal being, I breathe in your echoes You're a man incarnate coloring and rolling Each deep line of your palm runs and wraps around me A coiling cover, I know what you need I'm bound by your rhythm, I breathe in your echoes We melt early winter with the notes we swallow Lost in small circles Felt pulses matched The thin sheets melt And unravel in your hands You lift me like a seed; here I break free of form With rain's ancient mark I'm the girl caught in the storm It is not forever, but it is in-between This is where we find the most of our meaning We feel it in our veins, but it is in-between The pleasure, the truth and what remains unseen The mornings early heat burns and tattoos your back The ink trickling down erases what we lack