There's bits of your womb on the bathroom carpet,
We didn't want carpet at all,
As evidence goes it's a timely reminder,
That nothing we want comes to fore.
This little thing growing,
This little thing floating,
In the space between nothing and life,
The wall and the lining,
The silence and pining,
The yearning for something to bear
You let me be your future tense,
Become your northern hemisphere,
There are trees in the woods, there is milk in the blood
There is nothing to indicate more
This little thing growing,
This little thing floating,
In the space between nothing and life,
The wall and the lining,
The silence and pining,
The yearning for something to bear
And arms flung wide, we'll run into the tide.
And arms flung wide, we'll run into the tide.
Arms flung wide, we'll swim against the tide.
and there'll be marrow, floating in the water
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