Bones & Skin

If you live inside the old graveyard

your skin and bones get kinda 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 this bit 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 where 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 name the wind in fits

gets gerters bucklin' at their beds

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 wild and windy 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 that's pushin' up from underneath

you've got pain

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 been