Fineshrine Lyrics
[Intro]
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be under, under you
[Verse 1]
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me
[Pre-Chorus]
That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
On all the edges round you, round you, round you
[Chorus]
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be under, under you
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be under, under you
[Verse 1]
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me
[Pre-Chorus]
That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
On all the edges round you, round you, round you
[Chorus]
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be under, under you
[Verse 2]
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me
Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the pores
You make a fine shrine in me
You build a fine shrine in me
[Pre-Chorus]
That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
On all the edges round you, round you, round you
[Chorus]
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be under, under you
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me
Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the pores
You make a fine shrine in me
You build a fine shrine in me
[Pre-Chorus]
That I might see with my chest and sink
Into the edges round you
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
On all the edges round you, round you, round you
[Chorus]
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be crowns over you
Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum and pull
My little ribs around you
The lungs of me be under, under you
About
Genius Annotation
A few lines into “Fineshrine,” the second track on Purity Ring’s debut album Shrines, the Canadians’ many qualities collide in staggering fashion.
It’s crisp and precise, but dense with feeling, filling a gulf between clinical sheen and lung-collapse heartbreak.
That’s just a love song. [Laughs] It really is.
- Megan James, the singer and writer
Q&A
Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning
- 1.Crawlersout
- 2.Fineshrine
- 3.Ungirthed
- 4.Amenamy
- 5.Grandloves
- 7.Belispeak
- 8.Saltkin
- 9.Obedear
- 10.Lofticries
- 11.Shuck
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