Rags And Bones

	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

	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