Bone Grey

The sky has turned bone grey
Bone grey
And we, peering out from behind the angel’s door
Are doing okay
We used to sing about fire
Now we sing about smoke
Bone grey
And when we dream about the future
We miss you being there
And when we dream about the future
All the kids are carving up their spears
They say it’s all in the clouds
We say our heads are already in the clouds anyway
Bone grey
The sky as turned bone grey
Bone grey
And we, peering out from behind the angel’s door
Are doing okay
I scratched an X into the floor with my last piece of gold
And said this will do
As the place where they first see my ghost
Someone put a hex on my mood board
It only radiates the blues now
And I am cutting up words like
Crestfallen
And reaching for the glue
When we think about the music
We try to think like dancers
But when we dance
We try not to think about the music
When we dance
We just dance
We dance
The sky
Has turned bone grey
Bone grey...
The sky has turned bone grey
Bone grey...
And we—we used to sing about fire
Now we sing about smoke
But we—bone grey—peering out from behind the angel’s door
Are doing okay