Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie Paroles

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
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