swingset cemetery (scrapped b-side) lyrics
by Your Arms Are My Cocoon
Fingertips ink the pen of poetry on paper thin skin
And every little rhyme cries out
Like fireworks in perfect time
Balance out the frame
Little roses in the chimney
Little lips that stamp like clockwork
In the porch light of the city
Inhale the breath of buildings that blanket us in soot
And light the sky in peach-fuzz fire
Falling forever towards you
And forever entwined on you