Nosebleed Psychic

Call home the cattle
A storm is in the air
Lock up your loved ones
Let your skin not be bare
The ships still at sea
Swallowed up by hungry foam
The tide rose over the sand
Cruel, crawling, cold
Lock up your loved ones
There's a chill in the bones
The horses are spooked
And the wolves have all run home
The Messiah's mercy
Is nowhere to be found
Scavengers singing
As they circle round

A tress of golden hair
A drowned maidens hair
Make a net drag the sea
Man nor beast sees in there

The storm will arise
And trouble the skies
Claps of thunder call out
Crack, bang, rise
The waves, they crash
Over the rocks and stones
Babes are a wailing
Mothers don't let them wail alone

A tress of golden hair
A drowned maidens hair
Make a net drag the sea
Man nor beast sees in there



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Greaney
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