Aos 11min e 12 seg:

“You stopped by, I was all alive. In my doorway, we shucked and jived. And when you wept, I was gone: See, I got gone when I got wise, but I can’t with certainty say we survived.

Then down, and down, and down, and down, and down and deeper, stoke without a sound, the blameless flames, you endless sleeper! Through fire below, and fire above, and fire within. Sleeped through the things that couldn’t have been if you hadn’t have been. And fire moves away. Fire moves away, son. Why would you say I was the last one?

And all my bones, they are gone, gone gone. Take my bones, I don’t need none! But I starving and freezing in my measly old bed! Then I’ll crawl the salt flats to stroke your sweet head. Come across the desert with no shoes on! I love you truly, or I love no-one.

Joanna Newsom — Only Skin (excerpt)