Making the lume (feat. Bugs Baschera & Karis Oka)

Is this okay?
Her chest was so warm
Yeah, of course
Their voice was so small

First, we take this ball of ice
Her breaths got shorter
Oh, it's so cold
They weren't breathing at all

Then we dip the twine in resin, and start wrapping it around
She guided their hands
You make this too easy
And felt them grow tense

We can stop if you want
Who's on the picket line?
No, no
Who's on the fence?

How close should they be?
Close

Her chin felt the cleft of their shoulder
Their neck fell back onto hers
Her lips brushed their ear and chilled
Colder than any sensation that ice stirs
Her eyes fluttered down to their collar
Their legs pressed out in response
Her face held the look of a scholar
Discovering the knowledge she desperately wants

So close together
Not close enough
There's holes in me made for your
Heart and your lungs and orchestral strings
Tiny things
You can give me

Her hand travelled down
It looks really nice
They welcomed the tease

Well, you're the expert
She whispered a question
Don't sell yourself short
And they answered with "please"

A new constellation was charted
In abstract and infinite space
And as it was formed, the world
Finally started to feel like a safe place
It captured inside of a room
Romantic and real and right
And as they finished the lume
It lit up with warm and colourful light

It's beautiful
I didn't do that
What?
You made it glow
What?!
I thought you said that you couldn't
I can't
How did you-
I don't know
I don't care
I did it
It is beautiful

So close together
Not close enough
There's holes in me made for your
Heart and your lungs and orchestral strings
Tiny things
You can give me
Please give them to me

So close together
Not close enough