Purity Ring - Fineshrine

      J:   How about "Fineshrine," where you talk about cutting open the sternum and pulling your little ribs 
     around you. Where does that image come from?
P.R: That's just a love song. [Laughs] It really is.
J:   Really? That's a love song?
P.R: Totally. I'd say about how I wanna go swimming in quarries with my boyfriend. [Laughs]
J:   When I first heard it, I thought it was about one person being a subordinate to the other and being 
     forced to do something, which also reminded me of "Belispeak."
P.R: Yeah, "Belispeak" is more about a forceful relationship, but I think "Fineshrine" is more like a 
     desirable relationship with someone you love


[Intro]
G  D  D  Bm Em Bm


[Verse 1]
	     G
Get a little closer, let fold
           D
Cut open my   sternum and pull
		 Em
My little ribs around you
					Bm
Through arms, or maybe under, under you
		  G
I'll put the South   pockets gladly
	       D
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
		 Em
To peer over and not forget what feet are
		     Em       Bm
splitting threads of thunder over me


[Interlude]
D  Bm Em


[Bridge]
		      D
That I might see with my chest and sink
	       Bm
into the edges round you
		   Em
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
		 Em
on all the edges round you, round you, around you


[Chorus]
	     G
Get a little closer, let fold
           D
Cut open my   sternum and pull
		 Em
My little ribs around you
		Em    Bm
The London baby crowns over you

	     G
Get a little closer, let fold
            D
Cut open my   sternum and pull
		 Em
My little ribs around you
		       Em     Bm
Through arms, or maybe under, under you


[Verse 2]
		   G
I'll put the South  pockets gladly
	       D
Over the rocky cliffs that you leap
		 Em
To peer over and not forget what feet are
		     Em              Bm
Splitting threads of thunder over me

		G
Listen closely,   closely to the floor
		D
Emitting all its graces through the pores
	     Em
You'd make a fine shrine in me
	      Em                Bm
You'd build a fine shrine in me


[Interlude]
D  Bm Em


[Bridge]
		      D
That I might see with my chest and sink
	       Bm
into the edges round you
		   Em
Into the lakes and quarries that brink
		 Em
on all the edges round you, round you, around you


[Chorus]
	     G
Get a little closer, let fold
           D
Cut open my   sternum and pull
		 Em
My little ribs around you
		Em    Bm
The London baby crowns over you

	     G
Get a little closer, let fold
            D
Cut open my   sternum and pull
		 Em
My little ribs around you
		       Em     Bm
Through arms, or maybe under, under you