Ashes Of Us

When the sky is clear, and the clouds are torn,

And the strange ones play, and the insects swarm

Falling like feathers, drifting like petals, pieces of paper

The ashes of us

Break like bone china, faces in mirrors, piece us together

The ashes of us

And the orchid grows, in a sunny place,

Where I sip my tea, with a scarecrows face

Falling like feathers, drifting like petals, pieces of paper

The ashes of us

Break like bone china, faces in mirrors, piece us together

The ashes of us