Come lace my hand to yours
There's something I want to show you
Lake-skin in firework ore:
Warm sweat incense I see you
Wreath wet in fire fly!
Come barefoot through the weeds with me

"I found this by the campfire light
Cicada nymphal instar
I've never seen one alive before"
"Well this is one of their shells but follow me"
“You know, they only sing here once every seventeen years”

"What are you?!"
"Me?! What could you be?!"
"I guess, I just never really met anyone before
You’re the first
You’re the first
You’re the first"

How can it be right here with me?
A shell awake, I'm gonna burn alive
O how I've longed to with you wrestle dearly
A shell awake, a flame arise

"It’s like they're throw'n off all their soaked clothes
So what’s real can fly and be known"
"But this shell is something more though
For long after summer’s breath expires
A note we can hold in our hands"
A shell awake, an ache, a song
Awake so long, a moment to burn alive
O how I longed to with you wrestle dearly
A shell awake a mystery
The Parochet…, how can it be

But, we’re breathing now aren’t we
Come let us sing!
Hair dripping lake down your frame
Under your lace soft thistlin
Anoints your skin; blessed all wet in the weeds
All burning deep in toil
Setting fire to everything

A Green that feels no shame
No need for cover’n
Shoutin’ out roused cause you’re near
Everything now bends round here
O how I longed to with you wrestle dearly
Blessed all wet in the weeds
Setting fire to everything

A shell awake, an ache, a song
Awake so long, a moment to burn alive
O how I longed to with you wrestle dearly
A shell awake, a flame arise