Ashes of Us

Ashes of Us
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 scarecrows 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
Whoa whoa whoa