Ashes of Us - Brett Anderson

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

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