Down here underneath the microscope It's hard to cope Don't hide your face in your hands Cause if your eyes play tricks It's out of my control It's gonna be a long cold winter Skeletons and trees My black water child If you don't love me Well don't shove me Out into the dark Without a flashlight or a spark Any stitches cling like bitches To my arms For all my charms It's gonna be a crooked winter Skeletons and trees My black water child She's walking home To the devil's flowers Broken bones Heavy hours Stayed out late It's a lighthouse trait And we'll take our child Child