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
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
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
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

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