Clam, Crab, Cockle, Cowrie Lyrics - Milk-eyed Mender - Joanna Newsom

That means no 

Where I come from 

I am cold 

Out waiting for the day to come 

I chew my lips 

And I scratch my nose 

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 

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 

'Tho it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored 

Oh, oh morning without warning like a hole 

And I watch you go 

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road 

There are some dragons who were built to have and hold 

And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly 

And some great bellies ache with many bumblebees 

And they sting so terribly