curl up your hands
and tighten your grip
whats yours
will never be yours again
because wounds mixed with salt
they heal incompletely
fall in line with your heartbeat faster
i swear i'll keep the pace
fall in line where your heart moves closer
i swear i'll fall with you
keep the ivory in line
weave the ivory till its mine
weave through your heart
till its more complete
completely incomplete
fall in line with the sound of your breathing
i swear i'll follow behind
fall in line to your heart's settling
i swear i'll stay beside you
keep the ivory in line
weave the ivory till its mine
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