Skeleton Lyrics

You're red around your wrists

The air perfumed with mist

We breathe it in

You poke my ribs

I feel you in my skeleton

The silent push and pull

Rollin through the turnpike toll

Looking ahead

Some courtyard hotel

I'm so tired, so what the hell

Slip my hands into your winter gloves

I might be leaving on the next bus

I might be dreamin

Cause the two of us

Are old enough to know

The hallway is a frame

You call my little name

I step inside

The threshold blind

The door is open half the time

You're sitting on the edge

You say you're off to bed

It's almost dawn

My light's still on

When the day breaks grey

Will I be gone?

Slip my hands into your winter gloves

I might be leaving on the next bus

I might be dreamin

Cause the two of us

Are old enough to know

I must move the vase

To see your eyes across

They look just like

Chameleons

The many colors of a friend