The Bog Bodies

My man, my man, my man

Oh, my man

My man is a stagnant water

A mud-your-linen, cacklin' bogland

Waded in his iris to my knees

I bathe in his mouth overnight

We drank moonbeams from oily skies

Come dawn, he begged me, "Please, love, never leave"

Hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm

I have hands for building altars

Lips to pray to reckless gods

Yeah, I was made to be a devotee

His mangroves held me 'til died

My body's relic left behind

To fossilize beneath the willow trees

Hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm

Thrashing like Ophelia in my featherdown coat

Won't someone teach me to love without it swallowing me whole?

If to be loved is to be changed, I'm only worsenin'

Mosquito larvae in my ribs

He only loves me when I rot with him

I'm a father's stubborn daughter

And I am no gentle lover

Only crown I wear is loyalty

My man is a stagnant water

A mud-your-linen, cacklin' bogland

And I'm forever stuck his bog body

Hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm

Hmm, hmm

My man is a stagnant water

A mud-your-linen, cacklin' bogland

I'm forever stuck his bog body