Clementine - Helium

Baby I feel good, do you feel bad

Now that you’re mine?

Baby I feel good, do you feel bad

Clementine?

It’s the season of the witch and the drinking of wine

The seizing of the bitch, bionic in crime

Shed a tear for our darling, Clementine

Thrown in the ocean, drowning in the brine

Deep in the rainy streets

The rainy streets of your mind

If you move faster, can you look back there

And see her outline?

Trapped in a tower on the top of the hill

Or hear the crushing of her bones in the miller’s mill

Or trapped in a bottle of tiny blue pills

Escaping from a hunter, looking for a kill?