Nacré (Demo Version) Video (MV)

Sail my letters
Paper boat
Greets each port
With offerings
Rancor, gravity, anchor
A life's work
Of salt and ink
Drawn from my ankles
Black pigment
Paper bleed
Pleading
Groveling
Talons for alms
Pull, pull

Pull the thing
Down with me
Mangle-winged and always
Always to fall.
Tear out feather
After feather
He loves me
He loves me not

And what's left?
Trailing the ocean floor.
And what's left?
But a shell
Forever singing
About the sea.

With a shell to my ear
Dive into blue sky
On porcelain
Or was it skin
Shattering
As i land on my mouth.
With a shell to my ear
Dive - dive
I know what I heard
And I heard
The damned sea.

I met someone new. I think he comes from the same sea as me. Sometimes he holds me, and I wish he were you, but instead I smile, and say I love him too, because I swear when he looks at me I know he hears the sea, so I think I'll stick around, press my mouth up to his ear, and tell him stories - stories about the sea, that I used to be.