Bryde The Volume Of Things Lyrics

We shared our coats
As the temperature rose like a lump in my throat
A voice drowned out
By the volume of things I won't talk about

I held it down
Held it down
Turned it ‘round

Smoke me out
Till the air is opaque like my mind in doubt
I'll breathe you in
Till we share this translucent skin
Hold it down
Hold it down
Come around
Come around

The air in my lungs
The wind in my thighs
Can take us back
To where it began
Version of the earth Before I can form my own
Buried deep
In the tissue and the bone

All this time
I was weaving your words round my cold insides
To keep me in
Now the last soon is leaving

I tore it out
Tore it out
Called it out
Called it out

The air in my lungs
The wind in my thighs
Can take us back
To where it began
Version of the earth
Is what I can call my own
Rebuild it now
From the tissue and the bone