The Lunar Year - Porcelain

My brain is porcelain
I'm a contortionist
I want to breathe you in
As your light breeze

Like wine and lilac
Betrothed inside your veins
Your bones are verdant and fair
I would die without you

My brain is porcelain
I'm a contortionist

A fiend of circumstance
I break at zeal's first glance
My vice is my own mind
I would die without you

You dress my loveless spine
And braid my muzzled hair
You rip my heart in two
I would die without you
I would die without you

My brain is porcelain
My brain is porcelain