Tope Of Weeds Lyrics - Elysian Fields

Night cracked like a skull 

Made the moon convulse 

Wrapped its chilly tongue around my mast 

A fortnight it would be 

Since I'd been out at sea 

Ne'er another soul had crossed my path 

Ne'er another soul had crossed my path 

I was hauling salt 

In my bleached and battered boat 

Trawling just to pass the restless night 

When I felt the queerest lug 

Against that fraying cord 

Reeling in a devastating sight 

In the brackish sound 

Somebody had drowned 

She wrapped her raven rings around my line 

She wrapped her raven rings around my line 

In a tangled open dress 

The most comely bloodless breasts 

A distant look was frozen in her eyes 

A fiend possessed my soul 

As I helped her to disrobe 

A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs 

A rope of weeds was woven round her thighs 

My ill and frenzied heart 

And the quiet lapping song 

Beaten by the splendor of her hips 

I had to lay her down 

Atop those briny beds 

And press my mouth against her silent lips 

The frigid moon was green 

Upon my wicked scene 

My wasted angel shimmering in sand 

I had to be with her 

And leave the world behind 

I knew that no one else could understand 

And I slipped her silver palm inside my hand 

Married to the bower 

I threw our bodies overboard 

Our hearts were bound by heavy rusted chain 

Now I roam the ocean floor 

With the lady I adore 

This is where we remain 

This is where we remain 

This is where we remain 

This is where we remain