Black Water Child

Down here underneath the microscope

It's hard to cope

Don't hide your face in your hands

Cause if your eyes play tricks

It's out of my control

It's gonna be a long cold winter

Skeletons and trees

My black water child

If you don't love me

Well don't shove me

Out into the dark

Without a flashlight or a spark

Any stitches cling like bitches

To my arms

For all my charms

It's gonna be a crooked winter

Skeletons and trees

My black water child

She's walking home

To the devil's flowers

Broken bones

Heavy hours

Stayed out late

It's a lighthouse trait

And we'll take our child

Child