[00:00.00] 作词 : Marika Hackman[00:01.00] 作曲 : Marika Hackman[00:16.44]I'm jealous of your neck[00:24.26]That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh[00:32.36]It gets to hold your head[00:40.17]And I'd rather perform the task instead[00:51.78]I'll use my hands[01:12.35]You told me of your heart[01:19.98]A cold tile cavern bathed in dark[01:27.66]And earthy roots hanging from within[01:35.93]To shed some light the fire must get in[01:47.01]A searing pulse[01:51.99]I'm a fever in your chest[02:00.02]The burning sun I'm west[02:08.47]I, I am too naïve (You, you are too naïve)[02:16.04]Your(My) lunar strands were lit in red and green[02:26.65]A captivating scene[02:32.17]A portion of myself was lost to me (A portion of yourself was lost to–)[02:43.54]But I'm not dead (But you're not dead)[02:47.99]Just a harbour no one's in[02:56.00]An empty salt filled skin