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