You know where sand meets water,
Makes a line like a bedskirt ruffle,
Same as the outline of a cathedral.
On one side, my hips open to the sea.
On the other, my bodyu0027s my enemy.
There is no difference between God and making love to me.

Now sandu0027s falling to one end of this hourglass inside my bones.
Nobody knows I made it home.
Itu0027s like thereu0027s a part of me already a ghost.

Look at me without my past,
Back to my amniotic glass,
Before I was bit at the neck and ravaged by the pack.
Youu0027ve never felt this kind of wet
That rusts the keel a ship canu0027t forget.
It cuts water like I was first cut by my flesh.

All the years I spent searching for a phantom limb to console.
Nobody knows I made it home.
Itu0027s like thereu0027s a part of me already a ghost.

Iu0027ve opened so wide Iu0027ll never close.
I found the embryo of a pearl
Known as a girl–
The soft center of the world.
I found the embryo of a pearl
Known as a girl–
The soft center of the world.

Nobody knows I made it home.
Itu0027s like thereu0027s a part of me already a ghost.
Nobody knows I made it home.
Itu0027s like thereu0027s a part of me already a ghost.

Already a ghost.
Already a ghost.
Already a ghost.