Black Water Child کے بول

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