I’m made of strings and snow,
Liquid wood drips from my bones,
And my clothes have imaginary holes,
To let my body’s breath flow.

Yesterday I saw a girl in red,
Dive right off the rusted pier,
Like a perfect burning flame,
With a sole mission to disappear.

And as she came up to the surface,
Water trickled down her face,
And she took that gasp of air,
That says you’re free, you’re free.

So I walked down to the shore,
And kissed the water at my feet,
I felt a love like no other,
Had to let her swallow me.

So it was hands first and head last,
A swift plunge into what’s pure,
Eyes closed and dreams alive,
As if this is what I was made for.

I said I’m free, I’m free.