Cotton

Slowly writhe up from inside it Lowly miser dipped in iron Tender side out to the aisle Pressed to find my footing in the lacquered light Invested all my cockle shells and lost them to the tide In jest to woo the wounded to the cotton spire Encast in whitest sun to watch it razed into the sky Slowly writhe up from inside it Lowly miser dipped in iron Pressed to find my footing in the lacquered light Invested all my cockle shells and lost them to the tide In jest to woo the wounded to the cotton spire Encast in whitest sun to watch it razed into the sky Pressed to find my footing in the lacquered light Invested all my cockle shells and lost them to the tide In jest to woo the wounded to the cotton spire Encast in whitest sun to watch it razed into the sky