Thea Gilmore - Rags And Bones Lyrics

Through the iron winter to the fires of June Through the five o’clock skyline to the devil of noon There’s a flickering figure dancing alone Making her junk creatures out of rags and bones Where the paper head’s rising between the seedling and the vine And though the shadow’s hidden waiting they’re wasting their time Cos my veins are tracking street maps and the compass and the stones And I’m still making my junk creatures out of rags and bones Oh yeah, the hammer and the nail Oh yeah, the heart’s in the small change Oh yeah, and the Devil’s in the detail In the rags and bones Now it’s the face in the window, it’s the wine that you brought It’s a far cry from the shackles of cognitive thought It’s the lines on the fridge door, just see how they’ve grown Up from little junk creatures made from rags and bones Oh yeah, the hammer and the nail Oh yeah, the heart’s in the small change Oh yeah, and the Devil’s in the detail In the rags and bones And now the camera’s clicking out, the walls have been built And we are racking up the workloads of blood and piss and guilt Voices have been silenced, they belong to anyone And these little junk creatures made from rags and bones And these little junk creatures made from rags and bones Rags and bones Thea Gilmore Lyrics Rags And Bones Lyrics