Alt-J - Warm Foothills

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 leaves and larger weeds 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