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 on a light a blurry place where we hotly radiate things are not concrete there and we fastly glide to get there to get there to get there i ll not contain you i ll not contain you to get there i ll not contain you4