Black Water Child - Fionn Regan

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 blackwater 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 little winter

The skeletons of trees, my blackwater child

She’s walking home

To the devil’s flowers

The broken bones

Of heavy hours

We stayed out late

It’s a lighthouse trait

And we’ll take our time