I'll Not Contain You

I'll not contain you

I won't look for you in my room

Through lengthy talks I'll not contain you

Through climbing arms I'll reach my loft

Through rotting skin I'll leave my coffin

Through calloused work I will grow soft

My eyes narrow on a light

A blurry place where we hotly radiate

Things are not concrete there and we fastly glide

To get there, to get there

To get there I'll not contain you

I'll not contain you

To get there I'll not contain you