I'll not contain you
I won't look for you in my room

Through lengthy talks I'll not contain you
Through climbing arms I'll reach my loft
Through rotting skin I'll leave my coffin
Through calloused work I will grow soft

My eyes narrow towards a light
A blurry place where we hotly radiate
Things are never concrete there and we never die
Not a heavenly illusion, just Earthly fate

And here I'll not contain you
I'll not contain you
And here I'll not contain you