She Bruise Easy - Cousteau

Look out now, lumpy here

With your military hands

Whatever that they told you

Oh no don’t hold true

Around these lands

There’s signals in the morning

The freeze has caught the dew

As fragile as she’s stormy

Careful don’t storm in Like you do

'Cause she bruise easy

You’ll break the spell

And she won’t come around

Where tenterhooks, slender hopes

Won’t make no sound

Wouldn’t you know it Couldn’t you tell

Now she’s not far away

Rising up, wising up To leave you some day

They’re black, they’re blue

These heavens

The scars out in her eyes

Could be cool easy pressure

Oh, when the weapons lessen

Who can tell…