Parenthetical Girls - Four Words lyrics

Forgive me, please
But do repeat what you said while it's
Fresh in your head, the
Way those consonants stretched
Before you forget

Wait there, that's it just at
The split of your lips, before
Your tongue gives to lisp, wearing
That sweet sinful slip
Spins a crippling ellipse

A swell of strings sing 'neath the pleats
Of my dress and speeds what
Beats 'neath my breast until the song
They suggest taps traces of wet

What wake that shape did make conducting
The way they phrase this endless
Refrain and for the next several days
I'm braced 'neath the waist

Creased of these sheets and half asleep
It seems to speak through me

The sweet symphony might simply
Be the sound of
Space between conceived of where we meet
Might pure proximity then cease to restrict
That which exists of such bliss
Where that it rings of all
Things with strict consonance

Bless we with breath lest we forget what
You said to loose this noise
In my head for that in flesh
Unto death might we seamlessly blend

And should I pass away I pray a tape
Be lain upon my grave and these
Sweet remains may play that melody to say
Whats left between these knees at ease