My oh my
Look what the storm dragged in.
Blue-green eyes all aflame
Water dripping down her chin.

Like a piece of sea glass
Polished gentle by the roughest waves
But sharp as steel under the layer
A two-edged faced of grace.

A child, naive and tender
But she survived every hurricane she faced.
Alone, unaided, ship sinking beneath her
A rider of the waves.

Don't hint that she can't make it;
She'll take you down to prove you wrong.
A sprite so slight, so angelic;
Who would think she'd be so strong?

She's flown in the wings of the morning
And she's driven straight into Hell.
The scars can bear her witness
She's always been outmatched.

My oh my
Love's a nasty little bitch
To delight in pulling down every angel
And drowning every candle she's lit. 

And she rises on the waves of the onslaught
A final breath before the plunge.
If I cannot make it out alive
I'll make the best story that's ever been sung.

Hellfire and an ocean
Ashes and power and wine.
Face Poseidon down and triumph
Or else die to try.

Love always has the victory
Always has the final word.
The loss of her drowns greater
Than the full weight of the ocean's fall.

And I flew, and she pulled me under;
Faced the storms, but at such cost.
Bedraggled, though, yet still come rise--
And ride the storm again.

Rising in the dripping blood of the loss;
The ocean a bitter true friend.
My oh my, my darling;
Look what the storm dragged in.