Wingbone - Califone

Fill my belly with your whispering

Some barely on the thread orange sound

Water sworn and cotton fire

Cold light swallowing your song

Pasture moonlight

Newborn legs

Let the constellations drop

Crack your scorn

Water your grave

Only when you’re half erased

Forget your lines bed of nails sharpening the edges of your grace

Cold light sifting through

Lift the shade and let the night in

Carry your bed on wingbone legs

Let the constellations drop

Water your scorn and crack your grave

Sharpening the edges of your face

Lost a day bed of nails lost your lines

Only when your wrecked

Only when you’re half erased

Loneliness aside it’s alright