Warm Foothills (Alt-J)

Dry dunes cater for jumping boys From the nape of her neck he made his descent They watched men hurl from rock to sea Like sternum to button, lined lip pinches in between Your foothills, your warm Iris swims quietly beside me Oh the weeds and larger leaves sway And stretch themselves beneath Blue dragonflies dart to and fro I tie my life to your balloon and let it go Your foothills, your warm