Brett Anderson
Ashes Of Us
When the sky is clay, and the clouds are tornAnd the strange ones play, and the insects swarmFalling like feathers, drifting like petals, like pieces of paperThe ashes of usBreak like bone china, faces in mirrors, piece us togetherThe ashes of usAnd the orchid grows, in a sunny placeWhere I sip my tea, with a scarecrows graceFalling like feathers, drifting like petals, pieces of paperThe ashes of usBreak like bone china, faces in mirrors, piece us togetherThe ashes of usWhoa whoa whoa
From Letras Mania