His Bones

​As if he could have just tried
She would’ve escaped, escaped his mind
But he’s still there
In that open space
Voice flowing out
To a silent lake

Now they look on the sky
Searching for sounds, sounds in light
As the miles stretch into view
Crafting paths from clay footfalls
They pulled down her roots
And stacked petals to walls

His bones keep moving through their days
His bones they still obey
His skull, it just waits

She’s running through tears in the seams
Thinks he’ll reel in the string
So she could bring back
All those gathered lives
With all their stories
Embedded in her eyes

His bones keep moving through their days
His bones they still obey
His skull it just waits

*Robo - drums / Jovino - bass