Hide me in the shadow of your wings
My eyes are wide like Christmas
Please, bleed under this mistletoe
But, your eyes are snails
Bid me to lie down in sweet pastures
Bitter is my hand in my mouth
And sweeter it would be in yours
But, you hands are slim and faint
Arise with healing in your wings
Sheer is the curve of your coast
Please bring me down in the salt tide
But, your ocean runs red and dry
