Cathy Davey Follow

I've had enough, these salty drops*
I've caught a thousand of them, filled a hundred cups
And bit by bit, they grew and grew
So I begin to turn them into something new

Every hour of every night
My little soldiers drew a breath and came to life
And one by one they formed a line
And pledged allegiance to this salty heart of mine

And what do you suppose they will do
What do you suppose they will say
The world will have its day
With my army of tears

Filled the house in shallow waves
I've fed them only on revenge and bitter rage
And they grew up angry and tall
Lo and behold I have a coldest sea of all

I build a boat made out of ice
To sail the frozen ocean of my own device
And there I'll float and there I'll freeze
Commander of a fleet, queen of the sea

And what do you suppose they will do
What do you suppose they will do
The whole world will bow down to
My army of tears

Darken the day, black out the sun
The water's flowing over everything and everyone
The sirens yell that it's begun
My army

The whole world will live in fear
Of my army of tears

And what do you suppose they will do
What do you suppose they will do
The whole world will live in fear
Of my army of tears