If you live inside the old graveyard   your skin and bones get kinda hard   you blame it on all of the ones who left you   If you're in the closet with a broom   why don't you sweep around the room   make little piles of all the things you don't understand      But it's in the mouth it's in the blood   it's sweet the taste this bit of love   poor skin too thick to understand   the gravity and graceful plans      in the place that's made of old relations    where some got loved some got hated   how absently you move around   how listless   how in the night the battle raged   under the blankets where we brave   at least enough to recognize the storm is just a storm      Shine the lights across the bridge   the surface you can't follow it   the glossy name the wind in fits   gets gerters bucklin' at their beds      Will i be this way when i'm dead   will I go home and go to bed   will I wake up and wonder did something happen here   The weatherman well he should know   the doctor too from down below   they call to one another cross the wild and windy night      don't forget    you've got love   you've got bravery   you've got trust   you've got bodies   responsibilities   there's still mountains that's pushin' up from underneath   you've got pain   it's not so strange but now you've had enough   don't forget your bones and skin   or where you go    or where you've been