Text: Stephan Eicher. Bones.

I never leave the mirror
until I see my father
I walk like the old man
one step slowly then the other

I sit quietly by the window
and watch them all move quickly by
there?s a song caught between my teeth
I?m sucking on a lullaby

I know what I know
it only comes with time
When your blood begins to feel
the Pull of Sunset?s tide

When the winter can?t stop the bloom
and the end is long delayed
I will show you that small room
white sheets, white light
flowers on the wall
Oh my bones

I recall my younger days
of ignorance and days of pride
but the mask can grow into the skin
until one day you just die

Now I?m invisible
like a blackbirds shadow
My face is yours reflected in
you rippled shallow waters

What we are is more precious
when seen trough eyes
Fed by blood that feels the pull
of sunset?s tide

When the winter can?t stop the bloom
and the end is long delayed
I will show you that small room
White sheets, white light
Flowers on the wall
Oh my bones