Wash Paroles

Bed is hardly shown
Scraped, across the foam
Like they stole it
And, oh, how they hold it
Claire, we nearly forfeit

I, I'm growing like the quickening hues
I, I'm telling darkness from lines on you
Over heavens for a full and swollen morass, your habitat
All been living alone
Where the ice snap and hold classed are known

Home, we savage high
Come, we finally cry
Oh, and we done it
Because it's too right
Claire, I was too sore for sight

I, we're sewn up through the latched greens
I, un-peel keenness, honey, bean for bean

(Thanks to MK for these lyrics)