Fionn Regan - Black Water Child

Текст песни

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