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Married to the bower, as i helped her to disrobe, a rope of weeds was woven round her thighs
A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs, in a tangled open dress, my ill and frenzied heart
My wasted angel shimmering in sand, a rope of weeds was woven round her thighs, now i roam the ocean floor
A distant look was frozen in her eyes, this is where we remain
and i slipped her silver palm inside my hand
Atop those briny beds, and press my mouth against her silent lips, against that fraying cord
I had to be with her, the most comely bloodless breasts
Made the moon convulse, this is where we remain
i knew that no one else could understand
beaten by the splendor of her hips
A fiend possessed my soul, my ill and frenzied heart Weeds, this is where we remain
as i helped her to disrobe
Reeling in a devastating sight, wrapped its chilly tongue around my mast
somebody had drowned
as i helped her to disrobe
Now i roam the ocean floor, a rope of weeds was woven round her thighs
Ne er another soul had crossed my path, now i roam the ocean floor, my ill and frenzied heart
And i slipped her silver palm inside my hand, trawling just to pass the restless night, i threw our bodies overboard
When i felt the queerest lug, married to the bower Fields, married to the bower
Upon my wicked scene, i was hauling salt Rope, i had to lay her down
A distant look was frozen in her eyes, a rope of weeds was woven round her thighs, the most comely bloodless breasts
I had to be with her, the most comely bloodless breasts
The most comely bloodless breasts, and leave the world behind
Ne er another soul had crossed my path, night cracked like a skull Weeds, a fiend possessed my soul
my wasted angel shimmering in sand
This is where we remain, ne er another soul had crossed my path
I was hauling salt, in a tangled open dress
A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs, a rope of weeds was woven round her thighs
My ill and frenzied heart, with the lady i adore Fields, when i felt the queerest lug
This is where we remain, a fortnight it would be since i d been out at sea
In a tangled open dress, in my bleached and battered boat
in my bleached and battered boat
somebody had drowned
A fiend possessed my soul, a distant look was frozen in her eyes
Now i roam the ocean floor, upon my wicked scene
in a tangled open dress
And the quiet lapping song, in the brackish sound
Night cracked like a skull, our hearts were bound by heavy rusted chain Fields, this is where we remain
Upon my wicked scene, she wrapped her raven rings around my line, wrapped its chilly tongue around my mast
in a tangled open dress
A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs, with the lady i adore
The most comely bloodless breasts, upon my wicked scene, reeling in a devastating sight
Somebody had drowned, upon my wicked scene
ne er another soul had crossed my path
trawling just to pass the restless night
Made the moon convulse, and press my mouth against her silent lips
married to the bower
Wrapped its chilly tongue around my mast, my wasted angel shimmering in sand, in the brackish sound
In the brackish sound, a rope of weeds was woven round her thighs, this is where we remain
trawling just to pass the restless night
and i slipped her silver palm inside my hand
She wrapped her raven rings around my line, she wrapped her raven rings around my line, wrapped its chilly tongue around my mast
upon my wicked scene
Somebody had drowned, beaten by the splendor of her hips
and the quiet lapping song