Bed Bugs - CocoRosie

The bed bugs sleep on the ledge

Above the canyon

They’d called us the restless river

That follows the scent of sublime hay

Their hand had trance

Among the slippery rocks

Of sudden wood

Of sudden wood

We get one chance

Of abandoned force

Where soon we’ll grow a frosty town

But I remember

The sparkle of roosters

I break apart the dark

We cuddled in white/whale silk

Of two wee sleeping rats

We felt

We felt