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