Atoll

When the damn thing breaks

I'll be there to take you home

When the damn thing breaks

I'll be there to take your pulse

In the cracks of our skin there's a memory of a dove

When the dusk dissipates, I'll grow patient like atoll

Heavy, the boulder resting on the blade

Swing low, sweet seesaw, right above your rib cage

Bodies of water, a Kabuki dancer

Dotes on the air and their landing put in prayer

When the damn thing breaks

I'll be there to take you home

When the damn thing breaks

I'll be there to take you home