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

Oh there are bats all dissolving in a row

Into the wishy-washy dark that cannot let go

Well I cannot let go

So I thank the lord

And I thank his sword

Though it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored

Oh oh oh, morning

Without warning

Like a hole

Oh, 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

And 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

That's why I love this town

Well just look around

To see me

Serenaded hourly

Celebrated sourly

Dedicated dourly

Waltzing with the open sea

Clam, crab, cockle, cowrie

Will you just look at me!

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh