| From |
|---|
| Wordless, flesh-colored surface |
| Words |
| So far so far so far |
| How do you feel, darling |
| Under low sun? |
| Darling |
| This is for real, darling |
| Tell everyone |
| Darling |
| Grown from stone, from storm and bone |
| Aren’t we? |
| Grown from stone, from storm and bone |
| Aren’t we? |
| Grown from stone, from storm and bone |
| Aren’t we? |
| Grown from stone, from storm and bone |
| Aren’t we? |
| Aren’t we grown from bone and stone, from bone and storm? |
