The Pool
And the sea is shallow And you dream your head out Like you were a child Can't forsee that sorrow Fingernails go purple from the cold Saving your clippings
First they drink of leather And you dream your head out All the ones that forget you Will eat their heart out Fingernails are always painted gold Taking little seats of cocaine And then you forsake me, oh my god Time, time in women's jeans Come on now, come on play it for me













