Zoë Keating
Fiend in a Cloud
My mother groaned
My father wept
Into the dangerous world, I leapt
World, I leapt

Helpless and naked
Piping loud
Like a fiend hid in a cloud
In a cloud

Struggling in my father's hand
Fighting against my swaddling bands
And bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast

Struggling in my father's hand
Fighting against my swaddling bands
And bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast