We throw our bodies down like shadows
Carve out worlds between the sheets
Climb each other like a mountain
You push through me like the city streets
We are peaks of knees and elbows
Shifting plates, the ocean’s moan
Monolithic marble marvels
Pale as a new moon, hewn from a wishbone
Lust is only surface water
There are riches buried deep beneath
This is how the land lies
This is how the land lies
This is how the land lies
Through its teeth
This hand is my land, and my land is yours
Trust is a voyage of chasms and contours
We thought that we were free to love
We thought we were just crossing borders
All the while, we were starting wars
We are the thrust, the dip, the hollow
Arcing boughs and slopes and seams
Engineers of atmospheres
We are cartographers of dreams
Lust is only surface water
There are riches buried deep beneath
This is how the land lies
This is how the land lies
This is how the land lies
Through its teeth
Through its teeth
Through its teeth
Words and music © Fran Smith 2013, recording © Fran Smith 2014.