[Verse 1] You were ink on my margins Little parenthesis of heat Arcane annotation In a book I never meant to read Your gaze A gravitation Pulled the cartilage of my doubt apart Left my ribs ajar A trembling archway [Verse 2] Your laugh That heretic hymn Made my careful logic liquefy Maps curled at the corners Compasses forgot their shy true north Every rule I’d etched in frost Melted down my throat Til I was just geography Waiting to be named [Chorus] Build cathedrals in my skin Fill the hollows Nave to navel Let your pilgrim hunger spin Through every corridor Feral Grateful Raise your flag in my red terrain Let the old world crack and cave in Haunt each hallway Every vein You Devotion You Invasion Build cathedrals in my skin In my skin In my skin (oh) [Verse 3] I’ve made altars of pillows Little sanctums of cotton and sweat Dreamt of your feral grammar Conjugating under my breath Your hands as cartographers Pressing longitude into the muscle Etching latitude in the ligaments Til my body spells your myth [Pre-Chorus] I am tired of theory Pale diagrams Polite distance Give me fever Give me friction Give me shameless coexistence Come collapse the careful scaffolds Of my tidy Tempered life Tear the blueprint Burn the draft Let the future bloom in strife [Chorus] Build cathedrals in my skin Fill the hollows Nave to navel Let your pilgrim hunger spin Through every corridor Feral Grateful Raise your flag in my red terrain Let the old world crack and cave in Haunt each hallway Every vein You Devotion You Invasion Build cathedrals in my skin In my skin In my skin (come on) [Bridge] Be the thunder in my marrow Avalanche through every stair Flood the cloisters of my silence Plant wild banners in my air Let your language lace my lattice Your syllables grow roots and climb Til my breath becomes a duet Til my pulse forgets it was ever mine Seed your seasons in my shelter Let our echoes intertwine Tiny galaxies of maybe Glowing quiet Out of rhyme Make my future heavy-footed With small storms that bear your face Little meteors of meaning Falling soft in every space [Chorus] Build cathedrals in my skin Fill the hollows Nave to navel Let your pilgrim hunger spin Through every corridor Feral Grateful Raise your flag in my red terrain Let the old world crack and cave in Haunt each hallway Every vein You Devotion You Invasion Build cathedrals in my skin In my skin In my skin [Outro] Stay As scripture in my sinew As thunder in my sleep Stay Untranslatable And dangerously deep

pop, Stormy art-pop ballad with female vocals, dramatic cello leads and braided clarinet lines over thunderous tom-heavy drums; bagpipes swell in the choruses like a wild, ancient choir. Verses stay tense and intimate, drums pulsing under close-mic whispers; choruses explode with wide harmonies and roaring low end. Middle bridge drops to almost a cappella with sparse cello harmonics before a final, towering climax., cello, deep, loud, clarinet

Cathedrals of Our Skin