Antonia

Like this ship at sea, I swear to the night, you will hear from me, you are a buzz saw, writhing with lies, hung by my cabin door, your lost fidelity, between moon and sky, shines like a painting, from the earth's poor, my terrible why, rises from the ocean floor, I’ll lay you in weeds, my lips strung tight, you need setting free, Here on the shore, I’ll do what's right, there’ll be no furore, just rock you gently, easy with the knife, call you baby, look into my eyes.