Dinu Lipatti's Bones (Demo)

Two, three, four

We stank of hair dye and ammonia

We sealed ourselves away from view

You were looking at the void and seldom blinking

The best that I could do

Was to train my eyes on you

We scaled the hidden hills beneath the surface

Scraped our fingers bloody on the stones

And built a little hut that we could live in

Out of Dinu Lipatti's bones

We kept our friends at bay all summer long

Treated the days as though they'd kill us if they could

Wringing out the hours like blood-drenched bedsheets

To keep wintertime at bay

But December sprang up anyway

There was no money; it was money that you wanted

And the paint peeled, and the rotten rafters groaned

And we watched cracks form in the house we'd made

Out of Dinu Lipatti's bones