If you live inside the old graveyard Your skin and bones get kind of hard You blame it on all of the ones who left you
If you’re in the closet with a broom Why don’t you sweep around the room Make little piles of all the things you don’t understand
But it’s in the mouth, it’s in the blood It’s sweet, the taste, the spit of love Poor skin, too thick to understand The gravity and graceful plans
In the place that’s made of old relations Where some got loved, some got hated How absently you move around, how listless
How in the night the battle raged Under the blankets, were we brave At least enough to recognize the storm is just a storm
Shine the lights across the bridge The surface you can’t follow it The glossy night, the wind in fits Get girders buckling at their bits
Will I be this way when I’m dead Will I go home and go to bed Will I wake up and wonder Did something happen here
The weatherman, well he should know The doctor, too, from down below They call to one another ‘cross the riding in the night
Don’t forget, you've got love You've got bravery, you’ve got trust You’ve got bodies, responsibilities There’s still mountains, they're pushing up from underneath You’ve got pain, caused plenty of It’s not so strange but now you’ve had enough Don’t forget your bones and skin Or where you go, or where you’ve beenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
