It's an anchor
The painting is the host
That lets me feel my deepest
It could be the sea
And there's the hand where I walk
It could be your arm
Stretched around me, saying

I could be loved in all my finery
And my faults let me savour you
I could be loved in all my finery
And my faults let me savour you

Detach me
Let me find you along the walls
Fingertips placed on the rocks
Heart healing, hiding
Heart healing, hiding
Dear life, it could be the wind
Forest talking beside stone walls
And I hear the grass

I could be loved in all my finery
And my faults, I'm going to savour you
I could be loved in all my finery
And my faults let me savour you

Feet towards the sky where I like to seat bones
Firmly sat, sky thinking
Feet towards the sky where I like to seat bones
Firmly sat, sky thinking
Feet towards the sky where I like to seat bones
Firmly sat, sky thinking
Feet towards the sky where I like to seat bones
Firmly sat, sky thinking
Feet towards the sky where I like to seat bones
Firmly sat, sky thinking
Feet towards the sky where I like to seat bones
Firmly sat, sky thinking