Is this the languid place where you lay your head?
I rend my way through to it's core.
All my precious thoughts have passed into dust.
Touch my skin and scream yourself into motherhood.

Fly away...I know of ways.
My cross...your womb.

My sea flows deep into the mouth of God
while ragged dogs rip and tear for me outside.

Buried beneath all this filth is a king.
My sweet, this word is no place your arms.

My sea flows deep in the mouth of God
while ragged dogs rip and tear for me outside...
by the sea