Cowrie

That means no 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 So I thank the Lord And I thank his sword 'Tho it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored 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