Ribs
who will shadow you home
the streets are getting crazy
and i've got air pollution in my mouth
and it's getting tired of waiting
untill our youth burns away
you'll stay here beside me
and let the city lights keep rythm
with the beating heart inside me
you were made out of my ribs
i'll wrap you tight around my wrists
to keep you pumping through my arms
you were made out of my ribs