Topography (where's home? i'm horrible with directions)

Edge yourself to closer to me

Show me your biology

What you're made of

Of humus and carbon from stardust

You're water held in sawdust

It trickles down the water-shed of my neck

The source is an ancient ocean

Lined in bedrock

I see traces where you're caving in

I made measurements

Two points on your skin

One point on my lips

I triangulate the distance

So map it out

Using careful calculations of the date we compiled

To put it to scale

'Til the margin of error soon reveals itself

The movement of glaciers

Filled in all the ocean's caverns

And I stood there at the Continental Divide

Knowing they were under there somewhere

I just had to find them

So map it out

Using careful calculations of the date we compiled

To put it to scale

'Til the margin of error soon reveals itself

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