Atoll Letra

I'll be there to take your palms

In the cracks of our skin
There's a memory of a dove
When the dusk dissipates
I'll grow patient like a [?]
Heavy, the boulder
Resting on the blade
Swing low, sweet seesaw
Right above your ribcage
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When the damn thing breaks
I'll be there to take you home
When the damn thing breaks
I'll be there to take you home