Even if our histories Are incompatible Even if knowing our survival Feels unfathomable 'Cause it's been years now And I'm no longer sedatable Aware that our sense of this Won't be relatable The heaviness an anchor Pulling me under, but keeping me On the ground I've gotta fully flesh this A project, of documentation In how we will go down And then I'll (Ooh) Set me up And I'll kiss the ground that birthed you (Ooh) Set me up And I'll kiss the ground that birthed you (Ooh) Set me up And I'll kiss the ground that birthed you (Ooh) I'll kiss the ground that birthed you