When the sky is clay and the clouds are torn And the strange ones play and the insects swarm
Falling like feathers, drifting like petals, like pieces of paper The ashes of us Break like bone china, faces in mirrors, piece us together The ashes of us
And the orchid grows, in a sunny place Where I sip my tea, with a scarecrow’s grace
Falling like feathers, drifting like petals, pieces of paper The ashes of us Break like bone china, faces in mirrors, piece us together The ashes of us
