If you live inside the old graveyard
Your skin and bones get kind of hard
You blame it on all of the ones who left you

If you’re in the closet with a broom
Why don’t you sweep around the room
Make little piles of all the things you don’t understand

But it’s in the mouth, it’s in the blood
It’s sweet, the taste, the spit of love
Poor skin, too thick to understand
The gravity and graceful plans

In the place that’s made of old relations
Where some got loved, some got hated
How absently you move around, how listless

How in the night the battle raged
Under the blankets, were we brave
At least enough to recognize the storm is just a storm

Shine the lights across the bridge
The surface you can’t follow it
The glossy night, the wind in fits
Get girders buckling at their bits

Will I be this way when I’m dead
Will I go home and go to bed
Will I wake up and wonder
Did something happen here

The weatherman, well he should know
The doctor, too, from down below
They call to one another ‘cross the riding in the night

Don’t forget, you've got love
You've got bravery, you’ve got trust
You’ve got bodies, responsibilities
There’s still mountains, they're pushing up from underneath
You’ve got pain, caused plenty of
It’s not so strange but now you’ve had enough
Don’t forget your bones and skin
Or where you go, or where you’ve been