See our fair rock-carved city
On waves black as tar
Under periwinkle sky
And soft violet stars

That’s where we sit
In time outside of clocks
You’d better avoid us
Or you’ll crash on the rocks

Stop up your ears
Or you may be entranced
And never come back
From our misshapen land

For we are thunderstorms at night
That cause children to hide
We’d love you and kill you