Bone Grey

The sky has turned bone grey Bone grey And we, peering out from behind the angel’s door Are doing okay We used to sing about fire Now we sing about smoke Bone grey And when we dream about the future We miss you being there And when we dream about the future All the kids are carving up their spears They say it’s all in the clouds We say our heads are already in the clouds anyway Bone grey The sky as turned bone grey Bone grey And we, peering out from behind the angel’s door Are doing okay I scratched an X into the floor with my last piece of gold And said this will do As the place where they first see my ghost Someone put a hex on my mood board It only radiates the blues now And I am cutting up words like Crestfallen And reaching for the glue When we think about the music We try to think like dancers But when we dance We try not to think about the music When we dance We just dance We dance The sky Has turned bone grey Bone grey... The sky has turned bone grey Bone grey... And we—we used to sing about fire Now we sing about smoke But we—bone grey—peering out from behind the angel’s door Are doing okay