Bones & Skin Lyrics

If you live inside the old graveyard,
your skin and bones get kinda hard,
you blame it on all of the ones who've 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
enough at least to recognise
a 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,
gets 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 weather man, 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.
They're 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 been.