https://youtube/watch?v=NvynD4rii9c If you live inside the old graveyard Your skin and bones get kind of hard You blame it on all of the ones whove left you If youre in the closet with a broom Why dont you sweep around the room? Make little piles of all the things you dont understand But its in the mouth, its in the blood Its sweet with taste, the spit of love Pour skin too thick to understand The gravity and graceful plans In the place thats 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 cant follow it The glossy night, the wind invades Gets girders buckling at their bits Will I be this way when Im 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 the road They call to one another cross the wild and windy night Dont forget, youve got love Youve got bravery, youve got trust Youve got bodies, responsibilities, Theres still mountains, theyre pushing up from underneath Youve got pain, caused plenty of Its not so strange but now youve had enough Dont forget your bones and skin Or where you go, or where youve been
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 04:22:20 +0000
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