Rib in a Dress

Always sticking out my head through windows
Always trying to comprehend the mind of the falling rain
Make room for my arms and eyes so wide
Make space for my awe because it's all of me

Cuz' I'm just a rib in a dress
Dancing with dust in hats
We're shouting names in the wind
Wondering what's in the breath

Always sticking out my head through windows
Always trying to understand the things that I cannot see
I've been wondering about the wind for a while
Wisdom's laced in my veins with love spiked with chamomile

But I'm just a rib in a dress
Dancing with dust in hats
We're shouting names in the wind
Wondering what's in the breath

Wonder if dust wasn't made for sneezing
What if it's made for floating on breezes
Wonder if ribs were made for breathing
If skin was never made for bleeding

I'm just a rib in a dress
Dancing with dust in hats
We're shouting names in the wind
Wondering what's in the breath
What's in the breath
What's in your breath
What's in the breath
What's in the breath



Credits
Writer(s): Mackenzie Fowler
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