Verse 1:
G#m                  D#m
I'm jealous of your neck
     A                C#m
That narrow porcelain plinth of flesh
G#m                  D#m
It gets to hold your head
    A             C#m             G#
And I'd rather perform the task instead

I'll use my hands

Verse 2:
G#m                  D#m
You told me of your heart
    A                C#m
The cold tile cavern bathed in dark
           G#m                 D#m
And earthy roots hanging from within
   A                   C#m           G#
To shed some light the fire must get in

Chorus:

A searing pulse
      E     F#      G#m
I'm a fever in your chest
     E      F#      G#m
The burning sun I'm west

Verse 3:
G#m          D#m
I, I am too naive
     A                  C#m            G#m
Your lunar strands were lit in red and green
              D#m
A captivating scene
  A            C#m              G#
A portion of myself was lost to me

Chorus:

But I'm not dead
       E       F#       G#m
Just a harbour no one's in
   E     F#          G#m
An empty salt filled skin