Rags And Bones Lyrics - Thea Gilmore

Through the iron winter to the fires of June 

Through the five o'clock skyline to the deeadlocked moon 

There's a flickering figure dancing alone 

Making her junk creatures out of rags and bones 

Where the vapour is rising between the seedling and the vine 

And though the shadow's in waiting are wasting their time 

'cause 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 

Ans in my rags and bones 

Now it's the fist through 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 

And in the rags and bones 

And now the candle's flickered out, the walls have been built 

And they are racking up the weapons of blood and piss and guilt 

Voices have been silenced, but 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