Beware of the giants They've monstrous ways They'll tear you in half And then lift you towards space One after another They'll rip off your lungs To inquire of the spirits If love found their one Your brothers and sisters Lie dead in their hair Beware of the giants, My beauties, beware

Not present, nor one who repents. I coil my words with dark accents, Can you guess my intents?

I was whole before I tore, a single skin, one ancient shore. Now I’m gone, yet still I stay, in drifting parts that move away.

When rain falls heavily, I catch its song, a chorus in tin or plastic. I carry builders' dreams and children's beach castles, yet I am empty without your hands.

I grow in the dark but seek no light, alive, yet not a plant in sight. I rise from damp where shadows stay, a quiet cap upon earth’s decay.