Camphor - Castaway lyrics

My little trouble is always in control A head full of poppies and tangles grow A wicked little angle, a compa** and a smile Nailed my shadow to the wall It was my funeral, your trial A castaway girl In a pirated world A scar and a curse from her mouth to her wrist I fell for a castaway kiss My little trouble is always in control Eyes of tiny diamons, prisoners of coal Call me a heathen with strings that stop and start Puts a crack in my perceptions Pulls a sober world apart A castaway pearl In a pirated world A scar and a curse from her mouth to her wrist I fell for a castaway kiss