She was merged she was thin   The case was wide open   I see a heart on her shoulder   With his first name written      And what do lately   Consider to be yourself?   With your outsize hands   Your molten breath      October is the month   We'll pray for the summer   When trees are branching   A long distant murmur      And what do lately   Consider to be yourself?   With your outsize hands   Your molten breath      So keep writing her name   So it's setting in stone   You'll live in the shadow   Of these broken bones