SUN ON MY BONES

YOU SLEPT ON MY SHOULDER AS IF IT WERE SOFT
WHILE I KEPT A LOOK OUT FOR NUNS AND FOR COPS
IN THE GLOOMY CATHEDRAL WITH TOMBS IN IT’S WALLS
DESIGNED TO BELITTLE AND BUILT TO AWE
YOU WERE ASLEEP SO HOW COULD I SAY
HOW MY LOVE CLIMBED THOSE PILLARS
AND SPRAY PAINTED THE CEILING WITH YOUR FACE

YOU ARE THE SUN ON MY BONES AND I AM THE CUT IN YOUR SKIN
I WON’T HEAL AND YOU WON’T GET COLD
EVEN AS WE GROW OLD AND OUR BLOOD THINS

WHEN I AWOKE IN A BUMPY BED
IN THE MIDDLE OF LONDON IN AN OCEAN OF DREAD
CAUSE SOME TOO HUMAN MONSTER INSIDE MY HEAD
WAS FILLING A FRIEND OF MINE FULL OF LEAD
IT WAS 4 IN THE MORNING SO HOW COULD I TELL YOU
HOW YOUR LOVE DIVED MY DEPTHS
AND YOU HELD ON TILL MY HELL BURNED AWAY

YOU ARE THE MOON IN MY THROAT AND I AM THE SEA IN YOUR EARS
I WON’T DRY UP AND YOU WON’T SWALLOW
EVEN AS WE FOLLOW EACH OTHER THROUGH YEARS

NOW CONSTANTINOPLE, PERSIA, SIAM
ALL FALLEN AND BUILT UP AND FALLEN AGAIN
BY MEN WITH THEIR JEALOUSIES MEN WITH THEIR PLANS
GOD ON THEIR TONGUES AND SWORDS IN THEIR HANDS
WHILE YOU AND I SLEPT THE SLEEP OF THE UNBORN
EMPIRES WERE WON AND ALLIANCES TORN
AND LOVERS MADE LOVE SONGS AND LOVERS MADE LIES
AND LOVERS MADE EMPIRES IN EACH OTHERS EYES
NOW YOU AND I WALK ON THIS SAME DANKY DUST
AND FIDDLE WHILE OUR NATIVE EMPIRES RUST
AND NATURE IS TORTURED AND TORTURERS MOURNED
AND THE NATURE OF MAN IS SO NATURALLY SCORNED
NOW YOU AND I SLEEP THE SLEEP OF THE ALIVE
BUT EACH DAY WE WAKE UP FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME
WHEN YOUR SMILE HITS MY EYES AND I CRY

YOU ARE THE SUN ON MY BONES.......

fall 95 Germany
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