Nai Palm 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
