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