Intro: F Dm Gm C F Dm Gm C You tried to taste me, F Dm Gm C And I take my tongue to the southern tip of your body. F Dm Gm C Our bones are too heavy to come up, F Dm Gm C F Squished into a single cell of wood. I made an excuse. You found another way to tell the truth. I put no one else above us. We'll still be best friends when all turns to dust. ( F Dm Gm C ) We are so smooth now. Our edges are beaten, drift wood whittled down. Old bodies slip when they make love. We'll mine our sparks to shoot us above!