Wings And Bones - Division Day

I’m a ghost;

I’ll suck the water up

I’m a ship;

I’ll float regardless

Is it torn and bloodied up?

And is it devilish and cold?

Wings and bones

Old Joseph’s at your side;

He smelled the fire

Cold nose on your cheek in the dark;

He woke you up from your sleep

And throws mud behind him as he runs

Wings and bones

Wings and bones