Thea Gilmore - Rags And Bones lyrics

Through the iron winter to the fires of June
Through the five o'clock skyline
To the deadlocked moon
There's a flickering figure dancing alone
Making her junk pictures out
Of rags and bones

Where the vapour is rising between
The seedling and the vine
And though the shadows 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 pictures
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
And 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 pictures 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 pictures made
From rags and bones
And these little junk pictures made
From rags and bones rags and bones