Текст песни Thom Thumb

Light up the stove of your countenance You're that matters to me I am a lake or a stone or an hourglass I am a joke that is wasted on me Wrap me in staves of your confidence Rend me to tatters, I'm free I'll be a steak or a bone or an oven glove I'll be the island that drowns in the sea Thom thumb, where do you come from? I'm lost, soft, drowning in everything Thom thumb, thought you were gone And I found you inside of everything