With my north star
Tied to the bottom
Some like their water shallow
I sing some songs, have a friend
To love yo like tar
And if we had a child I'd like a son
See you tomorrow
While you pull your hair out
Burned my eyes
I buy the drinks at the bar
Above my head
Say I wish he was dead
And in the next room I hear someone cry
Say I wish he was dead
With a noose around my feet
I like to dress up like the jury
The clouds conspire
To talk like dirt
But never fall in too fast
And I don't beg, I pay, I don't barter
Above my head
I'm no builder, I'm no gardener
You know that would not do
I overheard them
'Cause she'd be just like you
The clouds conspire
Today the sunset
I know how to speak
I overheard them
Who's a photographer
And I like mine deep
There ain't no other language
Burned my eyes
Today the sunset
Not a daughter
To eat like a king, to poke fun at clergy