Atoll - Nai Palm

When the damn thing breaks

I’ll be there to take you home

When the damn thing breaks

I’ll be there to take your pulse

In the cracks of our skin, there’s a memory of a dove, oh

When the dusk dissipates, I’ll grow patient like atoll, oh, ah

Heavy, the boulder resting on the blade

Swing low, sweet seesaw, right above your rib cage

Bodies of water, a Kabuki dancer

Dotes on the air and their landing put in prayer

When the damn thing breaks

I’ll be there to take you home, home, home

When the damn thing breaks

I’ll be there to take you home (Take you home), home, home

When the damn thing breaks

I’ll be there to take you home (Home), home, home

(When the damn thing breaks

I’ll be there to take you home)