Clam, Crab, Cockle, 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 lift me up

Like I'm that shy, no no no no no

Just give it up

There are bats all dissolving in a row

Into the wishy-washy dark that cannot let go

And I cannot let go

So I thank the lord

And I thank his sword

Though it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored

O, 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)

I do as I please

Now I'm on my knees

Your skin is something that I stir into my tea

And I am watching you

And you are starry, starry, starry

And I'm tumbling down, and I check a frown

It's why I love this town

Well, just look around

Just see me serenaded hourly and celebrated sourly

And dedicated dourly; waltzing with the open sea

Clam, crab, cockle, cowrie

Will you just look at me?