[Verse 1: Marika Hackman]
I'm jealous of your neck
That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh
It gets to hold your head
And I'd rather perform the task instead
I'll use my hands

[Verse 2: Laura Marling]
You told me of your heart
The cold tiled cavern bathed in dark
And earthy roots hanging from within
To shed some light, the fire must get in

[Bridge: Marika Hackman & Laura Marling]
A searing pulse
I'm a fever in your chest
The burning sun, I'm west

[Verse 3: Marika Hackman & Laura Marling]
I, I am too naïve
Your lunar strands were lit in red and green
A captivating scene
A portion of myself was lost to me

[Outro: Marika Hackman & Laura Marling]
But I'm not dead
Just a harbour no one's in
An empty salt-filled skin