The eyes of crows will snag my clothes My seams to pick and snip And bruises creep like smoke beneath My wrinkled fingertips When I cry my tears leave oily rainbows in the snow But in the water I am beautiful Them's the breaks, the daily ache So vague and ill-defined And hearts will stop like broken clocks As promises unwind I feel like a souvenir, too tacky to be cool But in the water I am beautiful The cathode flash of all that trash Lights me up like a star And little kicks for little pricks Are lined up on the bar One more little push and I'll surrender to the pull But in the water I am beautiful Water in my mouth – Words get pretty hard to swallow Cold sets in my bones Water in my ears – Words are pretty hard to follow I'm old enough to feel like I'm alive In the water I am beautiful