Dark Storm
How you rip me off my feet, rape me of my time to sleep shallow.
And from the sky, she speaks to me
and through her melody, lingers.
I said "No, I don't want your love, no, I don't
care anymore, finger."
Though I was equipped with a rain-ship, and a star-ship
and a fire-ship, all come to dance.
No one told me the end of the line could
be only emptiness that would swallow all my love. I fell beneath the company.
Now shall I sleep in a bed of blood, down in the deep, the rolling sea.
And in my angst for cool hips or softness or morning glow confidence, I took it
to the dog, took it to the plants, took it to the beach, I took it to the shark;
I found tenderness.
But when I took it to the sky, to the bright white Cockatoo
on a satellite, she looked down on all my years, but with a click of a finger
she goes higher than the call for children, higher than the stand that kills it,
should've s lipped it off. I should've known there and then.
But she swallowed
all my love. I fell beneath the company, and now I sleep in a bed of blood, down
in the deep, the rolling sea. Oh you roll, roll over me. Yeah, you roll over me.
Autor(es): The Jezabels