Shape the cloUd Above seas Black as the storm, ill tempered and too hard to please Am I lost Or naive The pain is so sharp Sharp as a lover can be Oh They're coming for me Neptune, your promise so sharp Your blood is the sea Feet are cold Stomach keen Not in the hand Nothing you left out for me Wind'll howl Ship'll lean Last to the grave Lovers and leavers I'll be Oh They're coming for me Neptune, your promise so sharp Your blood is the sea They're coming for me Neptune, your promise so sharp Your blood is the sea Oh They're coming for me Neptune, your promise so sharp Your blood is the sea They're coming for me Neptune, your promise so sharp Your blood is the sea