Dark Storm

Bright white Cockatoo, baby how I ponder your shadow
How you rip me off me feet, rape me of my time to sleep shallow

And from the sky, she speaks to me
And, through her melody, lingers
I said 'No, I don't want your love, no, I don't care anymore, Finger.'
Though I was eqipped with a rain-ship, and a star-ship and a fire-ship, all come to dance

No one told me the end of the line could be only emptiness

That would swallow all my love
I fell beneath the company
Now shall I sleep in a bed of blood
Down in the deep, the rolling sea

                                      And in my angst for cool hips or softness or
morning glow confidence

I took it to the dog, took it to the plants
Took it to the beach, I took it to the shark: I found tenderness
But when I took it to the sky, to the bright white
Cockatoo on a satellite, she looked down my years
But with a click of her Finger she goes higher

Than the call for children, higher than the stand that kills it

Should've flipped it off
I should of known there and then

But she swallowed all my love
I fell beneath the company
And now I sleep in a bed of blood
Down in the deep, the rolling sea

Oh you roll, roll over me
Yeah, you roll over me
Oh Pristine, my hopeless thing
Oh Pristine, my hopeless thing

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