Lick my wounds
suck the venom
there's our shelter
there's our shed

broke a tooth and made a move
before the storm
caught a bird into my hands
to make a bond
loving is a poison is a hologram
bleeding feet on desert beach in ochre sand
does it make a difference if the pirates land
if we put aside our golden privacy
no one will be left behind, i guarantee

lick my wounds
suck the venom
there's our shelter
there's our shed

trustfully and gracefully i'm lost at sea
shallow waters don't appear a threat to me
we should row together to an island i know
rearrange the riddle and reset the core
reset the core

lick my wounds
suck the venom
there's our shelter
there's our shed