<p>for liking something not our own, let us dwell.
for pretending it is ours to keep, let us dwell.
through the wreckage of the ship, may you find a home. among plants and creatures that kill with their tongues, may you find a home.
with sea green skin and glass for clothes,
lighthouse eyes, and sand that burns your bones, only time will tell, only time will tell.</p>
<p>for liking something not our own, let us dwell.
for pretending it is ours to keep, let us dwell.
through the wreckage of the ship, may you find a home. among plants and creatures that kill with their tongues, may you find a home.
with sea green skin and glass for clothes,
lighthouse eyes, and sand that burns your bones, only time will tell, only time will tell.</p>
