Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie - Joanna Newsom

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 

See, there are bats all dissolving in a row 
Into the wishy-washy dark that can't let go 

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 
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 you will never 
Ever know how 
Very sorry you will be 
... I am) 

And i'm tumbling down 
And i check a frown 
Well just look around 
That's why i love this town 
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