Wingbone

[Verse 1]
Fill my belly with your whispering
Some barely on the thread orange sound
Water sworn and cotton fire
Cold light swallowing your song
Pasture moonlight, newborn legs
Let the constellations drop
Crack your scorn and water your grave
Only when you're half erased
Forget your lines, bed of nails
Sharpening the edges of your grace

[Verse 2]
Cold light sifting through
Lift the shade and let the night in
Carry your bed on wingbone legs
Let the constellations drop
Water your scorn and crack your grave
Sharpening the edges of your face
Lost a day bed of nails lost your lines
Only when you're wrecked
Only when you're half erased
Loneliness aside, it's alright