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 outta my control It's gonna be A long cold winter The skeletons of 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 And these stitches cling like bitches to my arms For all my charms It's gonna be A crooked little winter The skeletons of trees My black water child She's walking home to the devil's flowers The broken bones, heavy hours We stayed out late, it's a lighthouse trait And we'll take our time, time