[Lyric] Finale (String Machine)

Oh, how we have so many memories
The sound and color is beginning to wither away
Beneath the hive that's wound around my brain
But I can pick at the threads of the fossil and feel you

Oh, how I feel the swarm plucking at the loom
Queen Bee, I hope you see my love shine through
The woven threads that cloth my dying youth so
I can pick at those threads of the fossil and feel you

But I still feel like that child
With my teeth in nature
And an eagerness to nurture

But I’m still stung on the tongue
With your hive hung
On the same branch our messiah was

Mother, I’m still hiding under the kitchen table from the A-bomb
And I’m still that child
Barefooted, that you watched in the front lawn
When you find different uses for my childhood room
I will pick at the threads of the fossil and feel you