See here, my lovely
Please, rest assured; you'll rest your head on these lovely shores
And sure enough the sand became your crown
Seagulls and sailors inside your wedding gown
Be the blacksmith of your iron house
Feed your letters to my desperate mouth
Cough up blood, please become by Christ
Take knives to the night and cut me a slice of that light
Be more bludgeoned, beast of cream, you are
Throw your feast up, replace it with tar
Well, cease this seasick, send me back to shore
Deep as deep gets, the ocean is a w-h-o-r-e
See more than your eyes should see
Feel the contour of contorted feet
Place pacemakers underneath the ground
Hear my silence louder than my sound
Well, I had a simple daughter and I threw her away
She was a fruitful fodder and I threw her away
I had a peaceful thought and I threw it away
I had a sinful thought and I sold it to you
For a hell of a deal