Waltzing with the open sea/ Clam, crap, cockle, cowrie

Where I come from I am cold
Out waiting for the day to come I chew my lips
And I scratch my nose
Feels so good to be a rose

Oh don't, don't you life me up
Like I'm that shy 
No no no no no Just five it up
There are bats all dissolving in a row
Into the wishy-washy dark that can't let go I cannot let go 

Oh, oh morning without warning like a hole 
And I watch you go 

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road 
There are some dragons who were built to have and hold
And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly 
And some great bellies ache with many bumblebees 
And they sting so terribly
...

Your skin is something that I stir into my tea
And I am watching you 
And you are starry, starry, starry