Bones

歌詞

Through the iron winter to the fires of June Through the five o'clock skyline to the deadlocked moon There's a flickering figure dancing alone Making her junk pictures out of rags and bones Where the vapour is rising between the seedling and the vine And though the shadows in waiting are wasting their time ‘Cause my veins are tracking street maps and the compass and the stones And I'm still making my junk pictures out of rags and bones Oh yeah, the hammer and the nail Oh yeah, the heart's in the small change Oh yeah, and the Devil's in the detail And in my rags and bones Now it's the fist through the window, it's the wine that you brought It's a far cry from the shackles of cognitive thought It's the lines on the fridge door, just see how they've grown Up from little junk pictures made from rags and bones Oh yeah, the hammer and the nail Oh yeah, the heart's in the small change Oh yeah, and the Devil's in the detail And in the rags and bones And now the candle's flickered out, the walls have been built And they are racking up the weapons of blood and piss and guilt Voices have been silenced, but they belong to anyone And these little junk pictures made from rags and bones And these little junk pictures made from rags and bones Rags and bones