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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
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