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Get a little closer let it foldCut open my sternum and pullMy little ribs around youThose arms may be under, under youI’ll take the South pockets gladlyOver the rocky cliffs that you leapTo peer over and not forget what feet areSplitting threads of thunder over meBut i might see with my chest and sinkInto the edges round youInto the lakes and quarries that brinkOn all the edges round you, round youGet a little closer let it foldCut open my sternum and pullMy little ribs around youThrough arms that may be crowns over youGet a little closer let it foldCut open my sternum and pullMy little ribs around youThough arms may be under, under youI’ll take the South pockets likelyOver the rocky cliffs that you leapTo peer over and not forget what feet areSplitting threads of thunder over meListen closely, closely to the floorEmitting all its graces through the ṗoresYou’d make a fine shrine in meYou’ll build a fine shrine in meBut I must see with my chest and sinkTo the edges round youInto the lakes and quarries that brinkOn all the edges round you, round youGet a little closer let it foldCut open my sternum and pullMy little ribs around youThrough arms that may be crowns over youGet a little closer let it foldCut open my sternum and pullMy little ribs around youThough arms may be under, under you[Lyrics to Fineshrine performed by Purity Ring]First seen onThanks to user Dewy, hatbox, Peterc, Loni and Lawrence for the corrections.There was a problem understanding the song at 2:43. What we understood was “Through arms that may be crowns over you”. If you think you understand, please let us know.

Get a little closer, let foldCut open my sternum, and pullMy little ribs around youThe rungs of me be under, under youI’ll cut the soft pockets, let bleedOver the rocky cliffs that you leaveTo peer over and not forget what feet areSplitting threads of thunder over meThat I might see with my chest and sinkInto the edges round youInto the lakes and quarries that brinkOn all the edges round you, round you, round youGet a little closer, let foldCut open my sternum, and pullMy little ribs around youThe lungs of me be crowns over youGet a little closer, let foldCut open my sternum, and pullMy little ribs around youThe rungs of me be under, under youI’ll cut the soft pockets, let bleedOver the rocky cliffs that you leaveTo peer over and not forget what feet areSplitting threads of thunder over meListen closely, closely to the floorEmitting all its graces through the poresYou make a fine shrine in meYou build a fine shrine in meThat I might see with my chest and sinkInto the edges round youInto the lakes and quarries that brinkOn all the edges round you, round you, round youGet a little closer, let foldCut open my sternum, and pullMy little ribs around youThe lungs of me be crowns over youGet a little closer, let foldCut open my sternum, and pullMy little ribs around youThe rungs of me be under, under you