White Knuckles

Smack dab flat on my back,
The solid ground begins to crack,
I pulled her down and down and down,
I lost my breath I thought I'd drown.
(Chorus: Fistfuls of you, fistfuls of you,
You pulled me through with white knuckles,
White knuckles. White knuckles.)
Her leg, my hand, a smoldering brand,
Sticking to her wet body like sand,
Her place, distaste, we fell from grace,
Red smears across her face.
(Repeat Chorus Twice)