Lyrics

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