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 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