My dearest friend
eats stones all the time,
she's swallowing regret,
she's weightless and yet,
She's trying to get to the bottom.
Now her belly is full - rock hard.

And it feels like it was the right thing to do, at the time.
Can you - give me the sign?
When it's OK to stand?
Mouthfuls of sand - quartz and salty.

My dearest friend
knows how to push me
Over the edge, just by,
Just by touching my hand
Whispering my name
Now my belly is full
Now my belly is rock hard.

And it feels like it was the right thing to do, at the time.
Can you - give me the sign?
When it's OK to stand?
Mouthfuls of sand - quartz and salty.

My dearest friend
Likes to walk through my head
Sees the color of my voice
Takes my trust and exploits
She's tryin', she's tryin'
To get to the bottom
Now her belly is full
Now her belly is rock hard.

And it feels like it was the right thing to do, at the time.
Can you - give me the sign?
When it's OK to breathe?
Lungfuls of sea -cold and salty.