Thumbsucker (feat. Félicia Atkinson)

Come with me
 Fall into the wildscape
 Reverse the church bells
 Swiping in the mud
 With two fingers
 And one in your mouth, wandering
 I was a thumbsucker, what am I now?
 I was a thumbsucker, what am I now?
 Am I a traveller, was I ever?
 Or do I just colour 'round the clear lines?
 Do I just turn away from every confrontation?
 Biting until bleeding
 She says she knows
 This is my strange voice
 She say she's close
 Once I was a thumbsucker
 Doesn't say to what
 Once I was a runaway
 The forest is all sorts of forests
 Hid in tight places and World War II bunkers
 It seems to be adapting itself, she says
 Found secret tree huts, spiralling
 Alternating between mountains and marshland
 A self-harming vampire, she always says
 Of the tender kind, she always says
 A compensation, she always says
 For something too wild, for something too wild
 For something too wild, something too wild
 For something too wild, for something too wild
 In this way
 Alternating mouth and thumb
 Forest and human
 Both transforming
 Forest and humans
 Producing nothing. Until
 Are equals
 I got afraid that I'd dug too deep
 Stirred up something in the body
 The glands of instinct, fear and desire
 Clanking from a distant engine
 Iron shafts and idler-wheels
 And then there is release
 Whatever it is you are doing to yourself
 You are always performing some kind of internal construction work
 I was a thumbsucker, what am I now
 Am I a runaway, was I ever?
 It's all in the wrist
 Sketching out the wildscapes
 Sucking on the church bells
 The hunger of the clappers
 Withdrawing word by word
 Back into the rabbit hole