Fontanelle

I'm bound to be all ways away
My essence spread in SF Bay
Since you forgot, I guess, oh well
Don't touch me on my fontanelle

I pray my soul for you to keep
High priestesses beyond belief
No song to sing no silver bell
My mortal skin sheds this as well
Oh, this as well

I dream of heaven in my room
Unborn inside my mother's wound

Ah, ah

Expose me on a big machine
Bathe in a fountain make me clean
Sweet love and sour cherry pie
High on umbilical supply
Umbilical supply

No feathers found inside this bed
Cherish the soft spot on my head
I mystified the whole damn world
I'm the reflection of a girl
Oh, of a girl

I am surrounded on all sides
You are the sea when it divides

Ah, ah



Credits
Writer(s): Sofia Bolanos-kellison
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