There's candy on the water
How sweet the evening slaughter
And they are building nests
Impressions of our Sunday best
There's candy on the water
And all the love gets cold here
Oh how to eat the sky
Before the feeling dies
So we can't fool ourselves
And when the moon slips from the clouds
I want to shine to my sleeping sigh
To those drifting cries
These cotton clouds
Will smother you somehow
This pink will burn your mouth
You foolish child