Covered and curtained
On the side, standing still
Somehow unnerving
With that pale crooked smile
Hanging chains
Skin on steels
Hold up your bargain
Nails will peel
Holdin' horses
They are whiter than snow
In the riptide
On the sand by the bay
Draped in gold
Dripping silver
The less you know
The less it kills her
Rising and still
Couldn't be easy
Rising above it
I'm getting queasy
