Cloudy cloudy and the mother of pearl

Run the tears down the cheeks I wear

I'm praying that the riddle of high tide will pull me in and dry my eyes

Turn me loose but never let me go

Draw my face in the stars we know

I feel violent but I'm letting it all go

Forever, these old lows.

Run my mouth and I chewed my teeth

Let you fuck me like New Orleans

Drop me cold as the dark of the old deeps

Tearing through indiscriminately.

Too hot to dry my bloody hair

Stopped waiting on my gris gris girl

I'm praying that the riddle of high tide will pull me in and dry my eyes pull me in to her side.

Somebody bout to break my fall

Somebody better call my momma

Somebody better take this gun

Somebody just tell er it's over.

DON'T TELL HER THAT I FEEL THIS WAY JUST TELL HER NOT TO CRY OR WORRY!