Roches Family Of Bones
These tiny bones, I lay them on my life
They are you and you and you
Arranged to be the skeleton of love
I sit inside them at attention
Like a dog waiting for its owner to return
A garbage truck could flatten them into the road
Or a wind could scatter them apart
These tiny bones, I lay them on my life
They are you and you and you
As fragile as the remnants of a bird
Without the guts, without the word
With rain into the gutter, they could flush away
And there everything I love would go
These pearl bones, I wish they could be safe
So few, so few
Hung together with a thin string or something
A family of bones
