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