The Micronaut ft. Bernhardt. - Curling Lyrics

Dull roots with spring rain
When the cat is womb
Covered in nothing for that fulsome
Gavel of snow, Gavel of snow
Feeling a little life

Dull roots with spring rain
When the cat is womb and of nerve
A gavel of snow
Shadow of womb
Feeling a little life
Shadow in womb
Sweating behind you
Shadow is evening rising into me and you
I was shaking for fear

Handful of dust, Handful of dust
Shining to me you and here

In a dream with you...