Lyrics: Nat Timmerman
Music: Nat Timmerman
Lyrics: Nat Timmerman
Music: Nat Timmerman
My man is a stagnant water
A mud-your-linen, cacklin’ bogland
Waded in his iris to my knees
I bathed in his mouth overnight
We drank moonbeams from oily skies
Come dawn, he begged me, “Please, love, never leave”
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm
I have hands for building altars
Lips to pray to reckless gods
Yeah, I was made to be a devotee
His mangroves held me ‘till died
My body’s relic left behind
To fossilize beneath the willow trees
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm
Thrashing like Ophelia in my featherdown coat
Won’t somеone teach me to lovе without it swallowing me whole?
If to love is to be changed, I’m only worsenin’
Mosquito larvae in my ribs
He only loves me when I rot with him
I’m my father’s stubborn daughter
And I am no gentle lover
Only crown I wear is loyalty
My man is a stagnant water
A mud-your-linen, cacklin’ bogland
And I’m forever stuck his bog body