Track · Feb 10, 2026 · English

Cathedrals of Our Skin

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2:03

Language

English

Lyrics

[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

[Outro]

Stay

As scripture in my sinew

As thunder in my sleep

Stay

Untranslatable

And dangerously deep

Style

popstormy art-pop ballad with female vocalsdramatic cello leads and braided clarinet lines over thunderous tom-heavy drums; bagpipes swell in the choruses like a wildancient choir. verses stay tense and intimatedrums 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 finaltowering climax.cellodeeploudclarinet

Prompt

I want him in me. I want to make babies with him… I want him to be deep inside… every space. Metaphors, obscure vocab, lengthy intense song, catchy, cello, bagpipes, clarinet, loud drums

Credits

Prompt by

SarasBananaBoat

GeneratedFeb 10, 2026

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