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