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