When the sky is clear, and the clouds are torn,
And the strange ones play, and the insects swarm
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
And the orchid grows, in a sunny place,
Where I sit my tea, with a scarecrows face
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
Woah woah woah (repeat)
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