Marina and the Rumble
the Storm rages in your hair
made of sand and lovely gold dust,
crabs and camellia
surge on, delicate
you're born like this
the Storm rages over the contours
of your body suchlike swallow's
made of amber and pearliness
and quicksilver tinge
now surge on, delicate
you are the Maelström
the Storm rages through your
fingers like honeysuckle rods
and late at night
I'll be your mirror
so surge on, delicate
'cause you are the Maelström
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