Bones & Skin

If you live inside the old graveyard
Your skin and bones get kind of 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 with taste, the spit of love
Pour 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
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 night, the wind invades
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 weatherman, well he should know
The doctor, too, from down the road
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, 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