A Bitter Froth Travels On A Night Wave

A bitter froth travels on a night wave And pulls back my covers my nightgown And sets flames on fire around me Whilst indignantly, my heart still weeps. He says he is the bane of a white moon I am what pulled him up from the depths. I held him like a grain of sand and all too soon He fell through my hand. So then I took an Aspin and I began to quiver Then somewhere on another shore, he was fast asleep And I was left with little more than nothing But the feeling of a pirate ghost once lost in my sheets. A bitter froth travels on a night wave And pulls back my covers my nightgown And sets flames on fire around me Whilst indignantly, my heart still leaps. I listen to the wind and then I dream of kerosene It's burning all over me and the gulls Screaming in wild misery over the wild sea. They're all looking, looking for the bones of me Beneath a salty wave, a salty wave on the sea.