There's a river that parts the valley of this town, following the road up to your father's farm Your rosy lungs will empty on the day that you were born And no one thought you'd make it past the morning Hold... Your brother said your mother was a firefly you buried in the earth And every night the firelight warms the tender bits of skin beneath your shirt The climbing constellations move in semitones And sit behind the county line in the melody of gravitation Hold... Calling on the colours of the globe Sleep amongst the mango trees and poisoned oaks A flood for every footprint, for every mile we forgot Though your hands were little, we always ??? Hold your breath... The sanctity of soil Wandering roots and living oils Unions underground ??? All around, mountains like diaphragms The rhythms of a landscape that is breathing